Where I just write whatever the heck comes to mind

It’s snowing, so I’m using that as an excuse to bring out the bullet points. Again. Because that’s what I do. I ran a Turkey Trot 10k over Thanksgiving. Why, oh why, in a packed race, where there are clearly delimited starting areas for runners of every speed, would you choose to walk, while pushing… Continue reading Where I just write whatever the heck comes to mind

Where I attempt to make my own vanilla extract

I love giving presents . . . but I’m a horrible, horrible present-giver. Basically, I’m the guy that shows up at the party where everybody adorns the guest with lavish gifts and, blinking, thinking “I just thought this was a get together where s/he was going to show off his/her beer/wine selection.” Then, I proceed… Continue reading Where I attempt to make my own vanilla extract

Where I remind myself, time & time again, that weight is just a number

I stepped on the scale today. And I didn’t like the number that looked back at me. The number is a bigger number than it’s been in a very long time. The number is a bigger number than it was the day that Leila was born. I need to stop focusing on this number. Here’s… Continue reading Where I remind myself, time & time again, that weight is just a number

Where I dress up in tights to amuse my children

Last night was Halloween, and with Halloween comes Trick-or-Treating, and candy, and, most importantly, costumes. A few months ago, we started asking what each of them might want to be — CJ seemed torn between Anakin Skywalker (despite his innate geekiness, he doesn’t understand that Anakin & Darth Vader are one & the same person)… Continue reading Where I dress up in tights to amuse my children