Tate is a barfy kid. Colorado, California, the Netherlands. If he’s been there, he’s barfed there. (Our apologies to the street in front of the Anne Frank House.) It usually happens when he falls asleep in the car. So we do our best to keep him awake. Because...
I don’t like bringing work home. But it happens. I was working on a presentation, at the phase where I was literally just copying and pasting from one document to another, when Tate walked in the room. “Are you working?” “Yes.”...
No one believed me. No one. But my confidence could not be shaken. I told the kids today was the day I would catch a foul ball. “You always say that, Dad.” Well, I do always say that. But this time I meant it. It was a quintessential spring day in Utah. Ice cold in...
Curtis is not a fan of the limelight. When he was a Sunbeam, every kid had a part in the program. One by one, they walked to the microphone and said their line. Not Curtis. He walked up to the microphone, turned his back to the crowd, and said nothing. Then he sat...
My love of the bathtub — or the tubby, as I like to call it — goes back decades. Prop up an iPad and a bluetooth speaker and there’s no better place to watch Monday Night Football, the World Series, or dozens of episodes of your favorite Dutch high school soap opera....
