ahem, radio silence has come to an end. you know when you greet a person you haven’t seen in a while, and they ask

my son and I were seated on our couch this morning, watching cartoons. he was wearing his football “uniform” (really just a Cowboys jersey

as i was watching the Winter Olympics last night, cheering like a mad fool for the USA, I was struck by just how much

an oft-had debate in our house typically goes like this: me, after seeing a pregnant woman, seeing a baby, thinking about holding a baby,

dear sweet Lionel, i can’t believe this day has come. i’ve had many, many wishes for you since you were born five years ago,

Sweet Lionel, I keep saying that I can’t believe that you are turning FIVE, and my reason for that is I can remember when