There is a very specific and underreported condition that occurs when your mate dies. And no one prepares you for…
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To celebrate the almost-semi-quincentennial birthday (yes, that is the correct word), of the greatest country ever, and as a fairly…
Poppy is handing over the keys—figuratively, of course, because he insists on driving—to the dad in the house we’ll affectionately…
While the news reports are gruesome and tragic, I am left wondering what the survival rate of airplane stowaways actually…
As the holidays involve so much contact with family and friends, Poppy enjoys noticing and, let’s face it — cataloging…
I recently read about the Museum of Failure – a traveling exhibit that showcases the world’s most fascinating flops. The…
I have written a few columns about the life benefits of being a Gen X. It’s delightfully funny to me…
Just walked back into the house brushing ants and dog hair off my clothes because I didn’t plan well enough…