Tag: Story Time

A Man, A Wasp Nest, and a Lesson in Critical Thinking

I have a swollen lump on my thigh about the size of a tennis ball.  It’s red.  It itches.  All in all, an unpleasant experience—zero stars, would not recommend.  Why, you ask, do I have a red, itching …

My Son Is Not A Terrorist

Terrorism is defined as the use of violence or the threat of violence in the pursuit of political goals.  This comes shockingly close to the experience of living with a toddler.  Toddlers embrace violence, be it hitting, kicking, …

House Hunting: Amusing, Odd, and Criminally Inclined Homes

If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s a whirlwind of stress as you grind through a slow, agonizing death march of compromising on what you thought you held most dear, house hunting would be a fantastic activity.  …

Introducing The Reserves

Salutations, well met, and alternative third greeting!  I’m excited to announce that soon these Wanderings will occasionally be graced by an episodic fictional story told by yours truly.  While I’ll still be working my novels offline, I’ve always …

Pun Times

There are times when you have nothing to add to an already perfect moment.  When you get to sit back and appreciate the spectacle before you, a simple audience member enjoying a work of art.  Today, I had …

The Bottle Gymnastics

Just when I think we’ve hit our parenting stride, Ezran winks and says “hold my milk.”  His latest passion?  Winning gold at bottle gymnastics.  I sent my wife off on a romantic sunset boat tour yesterday afternoon—romantic both …