Is Family TV Time Overrated?
My family doesnt watch much TV together. And hardly ever at night. Im usually racing to get our daughter bathed and in bed so I have enough time for what I call Dora Dj vu.
A Christmas Funk
Two days before Christmas, I woke to the feeling of being trampled by 8 not-so-tiny reindeer. Every hair follicle on my body ached. My stomach cramped, heaved and lurched. I tried to stand up three times, but I was dizzier than Grandma with a double-shot eggnog. I dont have time to be sick, I thought. I wasnt worried about infecting my relatives or yakking in the Jell-O salad. I had to get toast tongs.
A Lesson in Patience from My Toddler
When my daughter was born, two major things happened. My body became an alien spacecraft, brought to the edge of destruction and back again (with some collateral damage, of course). But more importantly, I uncovered a limitless supply of patience that even Gandhi would admire.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
As I hauled our luggage out of the attic last week, I glanced at the boxes labeled Christmas with a black Sharpie. Those three boxes contain my entire collection of Christmas decorations. By most standards, its a meager collectiona couple of mangy stuffed snowmen holding dusty brooms, a few chipped Santa-head mugs, and one artificial tree thats probably infested with mites.
Turbulent Times
I dont like airplanes. You can lecture me on vertical velocity all you want, but it just doesnt make sense. Balloons float. A 200,000-pound hunk of metal falls.