The Dadball Era

It's not sour grapes if it's true. It's sour peaches.

Taking the kids to Christmas Eve church service is like climbing Mount Everest.

Is it still Race Weekend without the Race? Yep.

There’s no Dr. Spock instructional book for this particular stretch of parenting.

Is this pandemic also the “best of times?” No, of course not. This is awful and only a delusional monster would say otherwise.

Last week we didn't have time to think about this mess we're in. This week is different.

Yesterday was Mardi Gras, Cinco de Mayo, Carb Day, Race Day, Opening Day of MLB, the 4th of July, and the first-day-of-summer-as-a-sixth-grader all rolled into one—except a billion times BETTER. And sunnier. And giddier.

“So naturally, when asked to share my thoughts on our current COVID-19 quarantine situation, why wouldn’t a comparison to a hundred-year-old column on post-war Paris be my go-to?”

You got us feelin’ alright

As we’re all hunkered down during these crazy times, I’ve been trying to think of ways to promote local restaurants.