The love for my children is infinite. It knows no bounds.

I know. Vomit.

I've never found the limits of my love for them... but I can see the edge from here.

Several of the last Saturday mornings have...

It started like this, "Dad, can I go to the movies with Tyson?"

"You mean with Tyson and his parents?"

"Well..."

"You mean with Tyson and his parents?"

"Dad!"

"You mean with Tyson and his...

Donna has had a pretty rough week, in a grumpier-that-the-people-around-her-care-to-talk-about kind of way. For some reason or another she seems to have been not quite herself. She's been barking at the kids and refusing...

My dearest wife, best friend and lover,

Almost a year ago I began writing privately on this blog. I wrote, and have written almost every day since, honest and revealing details about our lives, my feelings and my...

From outside the stall I heard the clickity-clack of a cell phone being dialed and a voice approaching the stall next to mine.

"Hello... is Nichole there?"

There was a short wait as the caller entered the...

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April 5, 1990 - 11:36 PM

My beer, like much of my life, lacks fizz.

I was eager to get the my first bottle of homemade beer open last night. As the cap clanked to the counter, the bottle stood there silently. As I poured the cold beer into...

Yesterday I predicted the possibility that sex may not be exactly, umm, coming soon.

Ah,...

You know what makes Valiumtimes Day cool? That Donna would rather have a pneumatic nailer/stapler than chocolates.

I...

Sometime in the summer of 2003, Donna and I decided our marriage was irreparable. We had been separated for a few months and I had been attending regular therapy sessions. We both wanted to make it work but it seemed that...