Here we are just a few weeks into a new year and the flu epidemic has hit our country unusually hard. So hard, in fact, that Boston health officials now greet visitors at the airport and immediately hand them a return ticket…
I have been driving for just over two hours and have yet to see another vehicle. Cellphone reception is nonexistent and I am silently praying that I chose the most dependable rental car on the lot. Horrible thoughts flash through…
As the holiday gift-buying clock winds down and all you cybershoppers sit smugly at your computers, bragging to anybody who will listen how easy it was to shop online, allow me to taint your eggnog. You have no idea how…
I chopped down the tree. I scaled the ladder, balancing precariously on one foot so those innermost, hard to reach branches would sparkle with light. I endured the physical ardors of hauling boxes of decorations from the basement, knowing full…
There is apparently a new cabinet position at the White House, one created and filled in secret, but whose occupant is starting to make his or her presence known. Of course, I’m talking about the Secretary of Twitter. Does anyone…
I groggily looked at the alarm clock, which registered 2:30 a.m. Time to get up and honor a commitment I apparently made to my 15-year-old-daughter less than six hours earlier: Drive her and her friends to Black Friday sales. I…
“Let’s have a family meeting!” I yelled, repeating verbatim what the Salt Lake City father of six bellowed on the television. “I’m doing homework, Dad,” came the reply from my two daughters. “NOW!” I said, struggling to keep panic out…
I open the hotel room door, gaze at my temporary home and immediately wonder where they are. Are there any behind the bed? Will I have to pull the mattress away from the headboard to find them? Wait, here…
I have a few questions for every kid who rang my doorbell this past Halloween: Do you have any idea how to trick or treat? Do you even know what you’re supposed to do when I answer the bell? WHY…
My daughter burst through the front door, dropped her backpack, grabbed a handful of potato chips and flopped on the couch. A typical after-school entrance. I tepidly approached. “Any homework tonight?” “Mmmmm.” A typical after-school response. “Are you still carrying…