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It's been a while since we visited the Darwin Awards, which are awarded posthumously (or is that "post-humorously?") to those adults who, because...

"So the cones are the nails? And the cupcakes must be... fingers?" That was the comment from my nine-year-old son last weekend as he checked out his brother and sister's birthday cake for the first time. He was thinking too hard, of course. The cones were in fact just cones and...

There was another ruckus down in the basement last night, about the fourth or fifth one these last two weeks. I went down to see what the heck...

First, let me say: I love dentists. Now this story, from a daughter who needed braces, way back when she was 13. I took her and her bumptious...

I'm honestly not sure which hit the icy water first - the fish or my husband. The line snapped just as the Northern was coming up out of the ice hole. Within a second, my husband dove after the fish, his body crashing on the floor of the fish house while his right arm submerged completely...

At Christmas time, I find myself missing my hardware store, which always saw a panicky influx of male shoppers the day before Christmas. They...

It was my very own season of the itch this past summer when I up and decided it was finally time I got a dog. My year 2012 will be remembered for three things and those are adopting my new best friend, the joy she brought to my life and what I learned during the process. I felt like...

Ask my kids what their favorite thing about Christmas is, and they will probably say, "Presents." I'm not saying my kids are abnormally greedy. In fact, I think their thoughts are in line with others their age. Kids haven't connected Christmas to stress, crowded stores, or dwindling...

According to Forbes magazine, in an article entitled, "Jerk Alert - Bad Boss Walking," bad bosses are everywhere.  Before I go any further...

Back on the farm growing up, dad was a big napper, and I can remember him snoozing a few minutes after a huge midday meal, there on the living...

WWW - With the advent and release of Twitter in the summer of 2006, I swore, as a freelancer who did much of his work on a barstool, I shall never Tweet. I needed more than 140 characters. I blogged like it was a daily addiction on any topic from anti-war rhetoric to covering the...

It wasn't a flattering picture of me. I wore a shapeless outfit cut from old newspapers. My stick-thin legs stuck out the bottom of my skirt, and I balanced on lopsided high heels, feet turned out to the sides. And on top of it all, my head looked too small for my body. But...

All writers that do what I do walk a fine line between correct English and English the way it is often used. Almost always, I'll look at something...