Mary and I have been ultra-dedicated to date night once a week, and there’s one part of the journey that almost always sounds something like this: Mary: Where do you want to have dinner? Jim: You pick…
Month: April 2014
I’m losing patience with people like the troubled freak on the right harassing my daughter– and it’s not for the obvious reasons. Our country, after all, allows folks to be idiots; we all have embarrassing friends, and if Al Gore and Harry Reid are any guides, being a half-wit is not yet a felony. Certainly,..
The Freeze-Dried Adolescent A kid recently scolded me for posting music on Facebook. He wanted to know how a grown man, with six kids, could spend so much time sharing music with his friends. Well, it got me thinking about an age-divided culture.. Over some good Chardonnay last night, I self-healed on music therapy: you..
Somewhere, in Problem City… I have become a student of a certain sort of tit for tat conversation. I think I am going to start collecting them. They go like this: Connor: You undermine me on these sales calls. Every joke is at my expense. Every single one. ..
I confess. I find the Doug Phillips story morbidly fascinating. The picture of a home school dad caught at the bedroom window of a young woman not his wife, in the middle of the night, claiming he was delivering her paycheck. My classical education fails me. Is this Greek tragedy, or farce? I find..
I wrote yesterday about someone in my life who is “real,” but it would be a mistake for anyone to think that’s an easy thing to accomplish. We say that so easily, don’t we? “Be real.” “Get real.” “He’s just not the real thing.” ..as though it were natural. As though it were the norm…
Mary and I celebrate 26 years of marriage today, and there has never been another woman to interrupt that matrimony, with the possible exception of Siri — who we both enjoy abusing. We were on our final approach to IKEA Covina this afternoon, the only Southern California establishment selling candles in bulk for keepers of..
Yesterday, somewhere south of Santa Barbara I slipped on headphones and pulled up The Ventures on my Iphone. Mary was driving, and she was easily doing 75. The great blue plate of the Pacific Ocean stretched out on my right, penned in by the blonde-and-black, two-tone arc of the sand and the highway. I’m 54,..
To the makers of the Fleetwood “Jamboree Sport” recreational vehicle: I’ve debated how to begin this diplomatically, but perhaps I should just ask the question straight out of the gate and be done with it. What did I ever do to you? I don’t believe we’ve even been properly introduced. Yes, years and years ago,..
I wrote earlier that lots of well meaning, big-hearted Christian folks are anxious to let us know: they do not approve of “hot,” when describing a daughter of God. A Christian woman is a daughter of the King. She is a princess. She is special. She is precious. She is the mother of your children…