My Favorite Things

As we sat down to eat dinner tonight, my daughter renewed her now daily habit of wailing as loud as she could; each subsequent shriek resounding louder and louder until she resembled Little Richard caught in an animal trap.
You see, unlike my firstborn (content to swing, bounce, or lay quietly in content contemplation) this little [...]

The Overly Sensitive Male Chauvinist


Dream a Little Dream


It’s Been Awhile..


Live and in Color


The Lion King


Unclean! Unclean!


New Pictures