If you’re the type of adult who would strip all belief in magic & wonder from a child, you’re a vile bastard and no one should ever love you. I tweeted that the other night, after Trey let me know that someone told him Sesame Street is for babies, and that the characters are just puppets. I guess by itself, that’s not entirely a bad thing. I mean, Trey is six years old now and it’s probably time to put...

Surprise! I’m posting Chapter Four of Snowflakes In Autumn today, ahead of schedule and in its entirety. I’m not doing this to screw with you in some bizarre and cruel eternal modification of the schedule, but because I’m in a rather gloomy place right now and I don’t trust myself to not write anything I won’t regret later. Brittany and I are, once again, experiencing difficulties with Trey’s dad. Since...

Sorry, gang. I’m upsetting the schedule’s apple cart today, but it can’t be helped. Trey’s last day home has proven very busy, and I’m just not ready for it to end. And, since any time I would otherwise spend sitting at the computer pecking out an essay for your reading pleasure today is time that I wouldn’t be spending with my little boy before he goes away to his dad’s for a month, I’m...

Before continuing with the latest installment of Snowflakes In Autumn, I thought I’d take a minute to whine about how miserable it is to know that we’ll soon be without Trey for an enormous swath of time while he’s away for his dad’s summer visitation. It’s not that I don’t think he’ll have a good time at his dad’s or anything; I know he’s going to have fun visiting family in Colorado....

Even after trimming my blogging schedule to twice a week, I still don’t seem to have enough hours in the day. There’s the omnipresent wedding and honeymoon planning to be done, along with everyday time sinks like working and writing and sleeping. I’ve always hated sleeping. It just seems like such a wasteful enterprise, lying unconscious for eight to ten hours out of every day. In the past, I rarely slept more than three...