Resting Helpful Face: Work Trip Part II

You don’t need to have read Work Trip Part I before reading Part II. If you’ve been following along you know darn well that my writing has no logical rhyme or reason. But if you did read Part I you’re the best and I love you. And if you didn’t, I get it. You’re busy. It…

Pumping Iron: A Cautionary Tale

One night at my parents’ house. That’s all it took. I was doing just fine and then BAM, all of a sudden I’m ironing again. It’s been several years since I’ve spoken to my iron. So long in fact that when I just tried to type “iron” I started typing “oven” because my fingers don’t…

What the French Call Les Incompetents

Home Alone is one of the greatest cinematic achievements of our time. (Not up for debate.) So when Glen and I overslept last Friday, the morning I was supposed to take him and the kids to the airport, it was kind of fun at first. “We slept in!” Dun dunnana dun dun dun da. Dun dunnana…

The Time I Almost Destroyed a Summer Camp Musical Production

I spent five summers as a proctor (fancy name for camp counselor) at Project Contemporary Competitiveness – PCC (really fancy name for summer camp). As a proctor at PCC, one of my roles, beyond shaping and inspiring young minds to help them achieve their dreams (NBD), was to assist with a class called Music and…