
A day without spoons.

A day without spoons.

It’s not that jealousy doesn’t happen, it’s that it gets weirder and more insidious.

At Sir Mix-A-Lot, where I promise I’m bobbing my head and Ben isn’t doing the cabbage patch.

Time to sing out loud.

On the one hand, it can be hard to accept that my ex-wife’s “I don’t want to have kids” actually meant “I don’t want to have kids with you.” On the other, I would not change a goddamn thing.

She knows me a little too well sometimes.

Some things last. Some things don’t. There’s no way to know, but there are lots of ways to hope.

Sometimes the logistics are the most difficult part of a project and sometimes it’s the toll it can have on you.

Kara might have a problem with buying socks.

This probably says more about me than the shop or the Con.