Usually my blogs contain information or stories that relate to, well, just getting older, but a man died a few weeks ago who I conjured as a hero.
I love the billboards on the side of the highway that read, “Hey! Are you moving? Call us!”, and then the wonderfully warm and fuzzy names that come along with these priceless advertisements: My Sons Movers, My Four Sons and Mom, and a personal favorite, Hunky College Guys Movers.
The holidays are over, the presents are put away, and we are looking forward to Groundhog Day, Valentines Day, and of course, the tax season!
It seems the world has been full of bad news and there must be some way to make ourselves feel better, right? So, what do I do? I read the comic strips.
Another holiday faux pas—using family time to tell an aging parent that maybe they ought to give up their car keys.
What a show and what an example our “adult” parents are setting for their kids. Parents screaming at the umpires, screaming at their kids, yelling at other parents and generally just being obnoxious
Stan Lee, a legend as one of the creators of Marvel Comics and some of its greatest superheroes, died almost a year ago, but where were these titans of the galaxy when he needed them?
I’ve had a long-running quest in my head to find the toughest guy in the house. I’ve never been able to find this tough guy I’ve created in my mind. Was he just in my mind?
Let’s seek help from the ones who are experts… the ones who don’t pass judgment. Let’s ask the grandkids the best ways to contact 911 on any type of smartphone we use.