A shameful percentage of my adult life has been spent either bemoaning the sad state of a gas station’s free air machine or crawling under my car with a cell-phone flashlight desperately seeking the black plastic air cap after knocking it over with the hose.
Now, that part of my life is over thanks to a 3-gallon oilless pancake air compressor I was given by my wife and daughter on Father’s Day. Read More
Have you ever cleaned a nipple?
Before I even became a father, Dr. Brown had me cleaning them five at a time with a nipple-sized brush he gave me along with an urgent notice to sanitize all of my nipples prior to use. Read More
A fresh snowstorm temporarily changes the way I perceive the world.
I say “temporarily” because I fear change and immediately start shoveling once the last flake falls. Read More
If I could bring to life one inanimate object from around my house (like in Beauty and the Beast), it would be a roll of paper towels.
I simply love the things. Read More
During our season’s first snowfall, I can’t help but ponder how suburban life is a storybook existence. Read More
I love a freshly cut lawn – especially when it’s mine. Many people enjoy the smell of freshly cut grass, but I’m most moved by how it looks when everything is neat and trim. Read More
Light bulbs always burn out faster when I’m the one who screws them in.
I know this because (despite having lived in my home for over three years) the vast majority of working light bulbs in my house were installed by the previous owners. Read More
Nothing frustrates me quite like having to hand wash dishes next to a running dishwasher.
If the items are fragile or hand-wash only, that’s on me; I knew what I was getting into when I bought them.
But if the items are dishwasher-friendly and I’m only hand-washing them because I didn’t plan well enough – I’m both humbled and embarrassed. Read More
Until recently, the only options for sitting in my front living room have been three rocking chairs and a glider, at least one of which is old enough that I’ve been breastfed in it.
We arrange the four chairs in a squared circle producing a relaxed sitting-room atmosphere far preferential to parlors of old. My seat is front-right beside the window with sightlines on the driveway and yard. It’s the best seat in my house.
I sit here in the sunshine, like a cat, watching birds and squirrels while trying to make sense of the world. Read More
I find myself lingering a little bit longer in the seasonal aisle of my local grocery store this year, exchanging furtive glances with the scarecrows on display.
While admiring their sewn-on overalls and adorably-askew farmers’ hats, I abashedly lower my gaze when someone else passes, feigning interest in the candy corn or Reese’s Peanut Butter Pumpkins to hide my secret longing for a scarecrow to call my own. Read More