Thank You, Dads!

Thank You, Dads!

Thank you, dads! You deserve our gratitude. If I could, I’d pick up my phone and call Dad right now. “Hey, Dad, do you remember feeding us as babies on the living room sofa? Which of us three kids kept you on your toes the most? Do you remember the time you . . .?” On...
Dads and Their Shoes

Dads and Their Shoes

Father’s Day makes me think of Dads and their shoes. Well, not every dad, but it does make you wonder about Jerry Seinfeld’s papa. Did the elder Seinfeld own 500 pairs of white sneakers like his famous son? Did the father of former Filipino First Lady Imelda Marcos,...
Dishing Some Dirt

Dishing Some Dirt

Shhhh . . . I’ll dish some dirt. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Growing up in southeast Nebraska, where the soil reminds me of moist German chocolate cake, my preschool self decided, well, to investigate the gooey richness. One spring day when my dad was...
Shhh … Here’s a Clean Little Secret

Shhh … Here’s a Clean Little Secret

The secret? Some people could complain a ton but just don’t. My Uncle Herb is one of these men of few whines. You may have recently read about my swashbuckling escapade to Uncle Herb’s and Aunt Janet’s home via a dense-mud country road. Touché mucky terra firma! I’ve...