When last we left, my wife Andi and I were merely four weeks into our courtship – way back before we’d ever settled down as husband and wife – and enjoying a little mid-winter siesta South of the Mason-Dixon. Enticed by the allure of free Disney tickets, we got suckered into a time-share scheme and…
My son humbles me greatly. If only I had an ounce of his special brand of courage – I could leap mountains. Earlier today, Andi and I took a trip to Colin’s elementary school to watch our blossoming second-grader take another huge leap forward in his everyday struggle with a significant social-emotional developmental delay. I’ve…
What – you thought I was going to reveal my wife’s age in print?!?!? Sorry pal, but I value my life. Plus, somebody has to do their part to insure chivalry reigns in this text-crazed society. So, all you need to know is that today is my wife’s ‘Something Something’ Birthday. But if it’s absolutely…
A couple of weeks ago, I revealed the sad news that during a fairly routine visit to the vet for our beloved eight-year old black lab, Chatham, we identified a very large mass that was most likely cancerous. Positioned just behind her left hind leg, the vet encouraged us to have a biopsy done to…
About a week or two before Christmas, I finally came up with the perfect reply to my wife’s pleas to please tell her what I wanted for Christmas. “Just once – I want to be walloped by winter. I want a big-ass snowstorm. The kind that justifies all those idiots who troop out to Home…
I live with a cancer survivor. Those of you who follow this Blog may recount the episode our family went through a few years ago, when Chatham – our precious eight year-old black lab pup – contracted the dreaded disease. It was during a playful, peaceful sojourn to my father-in-law’s lake house in Maine, when…
Editor’s Note – This letter accompanied our annual Christmas Card. If I didn’t send you one, it’s not because I don’t care. It’s only because there are way too freakin’ many of you out there. : ) ‘Tis the holiday season but something’s amiss. You’ve imbibed four gallons of spiked eggnog in your custom moosehead…
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Mom’s Club. The problem is, when you’re packing a package, that’s a pretty tall order. It doesn’t matter how many Glee eps you watch, Zumba classes you take or scrapbook pages you fake, if you’re clutching cargo you ain’t vaulting their…
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2009. On that inevitable day that I find myself on the business end of a waterboarding treatment, pressed to divulge the most intimate thoughts crated in my cabeza, when my grand inquisitors finally get around to the topic of Favorite Blog Posts, I know exactly which…
Editor’s Note: This was originally published in September 2008. When I was five years old, my family resided on the Mean Streets of Everett, MA. At the time, I was enrolled in Kindergarten at the Hamilton Elementary School – a brick and mortar classroom that sat sentinel at the base of a large hill that…