If you grew up black and on the streets in the 1980s like I did, you’re familiar with the lyric, “Ain’t no love in Oakland, bitch.” Phoenix is just the opposite of Oakland. It started less than an hour after I landed, when someone I’d only met a few days […]
So, my pretty but forgetful, negligent bride failed to address my accidentally sent email today at drop off and pick up as we’d discussed last night (where “discussed” means “I wrote about it on my blog and assumed that’s what she’d do, because she loves me a whole lot”). I […]
A few hours ago, I got an email that included a nice article on how often young children need affectionate touching from their parents. It talked about needing like 12 hugs a day and how rubbing feet can be good for teens. It made me want to give warm affection […]
Will this harmonica end up in a toilet or my pants? I’ll never tell. I called on my way home from work after the first day of Owen’s blitzkrieg potty training to ask what was for dinner and got something like, “Whatever you fucking bring home or can find, ok?” […]
I’ve always wanted to see San Diego. Mainly because I love Ron Burgundy and TOP GUN. So, when BlogHer announced last August that San Diego was where 2011’s conference was going to be, I went online and bought myself a ticket right quick. I even went two days early. I […]
