Fitbit: My Shamespiration

Oh, Fitbit. You may be small, but your ability to make me feel inadequate knows no bounds.   Let's examine how an object that weighs an ounce can impact my day. 5:30AM: Get up. 5:31AM: Coffee Repeat. Repeat. Feed cats and dogs. Coffee. 6:22AM: Glance at Fitbit, smugly judging me…

Happy Birthday, Son. Love, Dad.

Our son Teddy turns nine today. His birthday is the culmination of a series of surprises, that include (but are not limited to): Becoming a dad at forty, when my entire life had been spent in service to myself, not others. The surreal experience of my bride and I being…

Who do you think you are?

Do you know who you are? What's your genealogy? Who are¬†your people? Where did your family originate? Do you know, or do you think you know? I write books and teach history, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on your perspective. In the case of writing, it's…

I have a cold. I will die soon.

There's no getting around it. My son, the World's Largest Eight Year Old, has infected me with a virulent form of the rhinovirus, which may or may not be a combination of the following diseases: The Bubonic Plague Cooties Ebola A Random Tropical Fever Boogers. These have combined for the…

Waking Up Kids.

There are three species of animals in this house. Cats. Dogs. A manchild. He's eight. He's five feet tall and weighs one hundred pounds. I am, at various times, tasked with waking/relocating these beasts as demanded. Cats are the easist; I make cooing noises in my ridiculous pet voice, they…