The blog hog

He’s 44. Married. Father. Stepfather. Blue collar. Business owner. Hard worker. With a crew of three, he’s a professional drywaller. I know a few things more about him. He is good at math and his back often aches, for example. He recently had a birthday that he celebrated after the…

  There are ins with design choices these days. There are outs. A cornerstone in ancient building practices? Always an in. The longevity of any structure constructed thousands of years ago depended on this stone for two reasons. One, its position bore the weight of what was gathered to it,…

  Maybe a blip on your screen turns into a full-minute hiccup with a download. Maybe your handheld device freezes during a meeting. Sometimes the slowdown causes a single sigh, and then off you go. Sometimes the stall isn’t related to technology at all. Maybe there’s a sorrow or immobility…

  On average, I struggle 3.5 days a week with the freedom of speech one driver displays on the back windshield of her car. First the left-hand side of her back window showcased a certain four-letter word. Now the same word is on the right-hand side of the rear window….

  He’s a cute five-year-old. Floppy brown hair. Heavy brown eyes. Black framed glasses. Smart. Busy. A little OCD. Sometimes a lot of OCD. But yes, he’s nearly always completely adorable. This is my son, Michael. He is the youngest of the five children I adopted on Father’s Day weekend…

      Plan a loved-filled evening with me. Which of the following four options sounds amazingly, powerfully, and completely full of love on Valentine’s Day? A corner table for two in an upscale restaurant surrounded by dozens of roses, a topnotch pianist nearby and a truly delicious meal you…

  One took over the office. One nestled in the downstairs bedroom. One commandeered the kitchen table. Two were side by side some ten feet apart in the living room. Talk about divide and conquer. They were everywhere. My grade school children stationed themselves throughout the house during Mountain View…