Jesus made me do it
Here on Mt. Otis, we are some of the worst excuse makers around. Ask my kid why he did something bad, and he’ll respond, “Because I did.” Ask the wife why she’s acting like...
Here on Mt. Otis, we are some of the worst excuse makers around. Ask my kid why he did something bad, and he’ll respond, “Because I did.” Ask the wife why she’s acting like...
Autumn makes me think. Spring makes me feel. Winter makes me numb. Summer makes me…me. Summer smells like cut grass at sundown. It looks like a teenage girl’s windblown sundress. It feels like sweat...
I’ve managed to make optimism a fault. I don’t know how it happened, but some time in the last decade, I’ve figured out a way to find silver linings in sow’s ears (not to...
I’ve just spent five days as Mr. Mom. It was exhausting, frustrating, and absolutely fantastic. I have way too much to do to properly recount the past week. Two quick anecdotes, though, just to...
My wife is on a boat somewhere and sleeping in a cabin with another pretty woman. I made sure my wife’s camera was charged before she left. Beginning yesterday morning and lasting until Monday...
My new shirt came in the mail yesterday. I’m wearing it this afternoon. Today at lunch, the boy looked at me with the same, innocent and quizzical eyes. “Who are those guys, Daddy?” I...