There’s a hole in my shoe. Not in the sole, either, though that’s its own nightmare – you’re walking through a downpour in NYC in shiny dress shoes and suddenly one [...]

Liz bought an Instant Pot. It showed up at our door and I pretended to be happy about it but it should have been stamped with a skull and crossbones and [...]

My pockets are dusty. How does dust get into the pocket of one’s jeans, you are surely asking yourself right now. Jeans pockets are practically sealed off! And why is dust [...]

Well, I spilled mustard on my shirt this morning. Not the Dijon stuff either, but French’s, with that four-alarm-yellow that made it look like somebody sprayed me with plutonium. The mustard [...]

Christian Family Camp is the kind of thing that, had I had introduced the concept to my younger, atheist self, my younger atheist self would have gagged on his Tootsie Pop. [...]