On Hairism

Most of you know that I have red hair. Bright red, but not quite clown-like, and now a bit more white than I'd care to admit. In spite of my dear parents' best efforts, I grew up hating my hair because everyone else seemed to hate it, too. But I couldn't figure out...

The Lincoln Connection

People are flawed and so I'm not much for hero worship. When even Christmas is watered down to be more about buying out the Walmart toy aisle than it is about Christ, it seems to smack of political correctness to choose Martin Luther King, Jr., as the only human on...

Muddle Through

[On Christmas Eve, Samuel and Monica stood in the living room, surveying the tree and surroundings.] Sam: It looks like we overdid it on Christmas again this year. Monica (11): I think we'll manage.

Not So Tasty

[While the rest of the family took our traditional trek to Salt Lake to attend the special Music and the Spoken Word with the Christmas mini-concert last Sunday, Caleb and I had a few hours of rare one-on-one time. This began with a special breakfast complete with a...

Something Wicked This Way Comes

[From the back seat while driving to rehearsal.] Caleb (5): Mom, I have to tell you something. Mom: What? Caleb: There's something bad. [Pause] There's something bad at…bu…bu… Mom: What's bad? Caleb: There's something bad at Ba…rack Obama. [Stifled laughter. OK, not...