OK, there really can't be any more room left for this baby to get bigger. I am now a walking experiment on the ability of human flesh t...

Six days to go before my official due date and predictably, our world is showing tiny, worrisome cracks at the seams. A high-spirited trip ...

I just saw a documentary by this same name about the Mass Games in North Korea, which are evidently like this gigantic choreographed nationa...

It ranks among the top ten weirdest physical sensations in my life, this thing that's happening right now. I'm watching what I hope...

Considering what I'm doing right now, I probably deserve to be trapped where I am. I'm writing in public, at a Starbucks, no less, o...

A brief sampling of product names I discovered during a grueling trip to Babies R Us today: Snoogle, Boppie, My Brest Friend (seriously, wit...

If this blog were a book, and if that book made any attempt at a coherent storyline that tracked unfolding themes and developing characters,...

I was issued someone else's lunch today at the take-out place where I've had a series of running gift certificates going (thanks, Mo...

How do you know if you're a bad person? I'm asking this seriously. I mean, I don't believe in moral absolutes, because I think ...

Tonight I'm going to my last night class for graduate school. This has me more freaked out than I would have imagined. The road from h...

Last night I dreamed that I was sunbathing on the deck of an aircraft carrier when it decided to dive beneath the surface like a submarine. ...

Last week I ended up in a situation that's become all too familiar to me over the years. The setting and particulars are always differe...

The fog is settling in today and our dog is unreasonably, cracked-out excited to be home from the Dog Jail (the weekend kennel to which we...

Last night I dreamed I was a part-time logger. I had all these trees that I had to shove into this giant machine that acted kind of like a...

My dad's a superintendent on an oil rig and I imagine part of his job is making sure that any number of people make it through the day w...

God, I feel good. I just spent half an hour doing my favorite thing in the world: throwing stuff out. It was all work-related stuff, stuff ...

With spindly arms and wheezy lungs, I'm back at the weight rack of the blog, my silly writing gym. If this gym had mirrors, I would avo...

There's a whole story, a life history, behind this statement, and I'll get to that in a moment, but first, a little context. This w...

It's been forever since I last posted something, mostly because it would have been the same version of a running theme: I'm sick o...