Humor

It began when I was driving home from teaching 3rd graders after a long day. I was about 38 years old. As a child, I must have had deep thoughts, with my nose always in a book, because I had resting “frownie” face. This cultivated deep furrows…

I love having adult children. They’re like the grown-up versions of those little people who used to live in my house, but with jobs and their own mortgages. I count my two adult sons and their wives among my closest friends. We share laughs, beers…