There’s this phrase that’s been making the rounds the last few years that has really got me a bit ticked off.

When young parents bring home a newborn, they’ve had nine months to prepare for the blessed arrival.

Well, the holidays are officially now past (unless the Super Bowl is considered a holiday) and I observed something this year.

Well, the holidays are officially now past (unless the Super Bowl is considered a holiday) and I observed something this year.

Around the year 1990 or thereabouts, I stopped getting haircuts. This followed my cessation of shaving around 1986.

If you follow some of the cooler quotes that are attributed to Buddha or other figures from Eastern religions, you tend to think, “Wow, that makes a lot of sense!”

By now, most readers of this column are well acquainted with the three feline folk who cohabitate with us.

The other day, my wife and I were out driving and, as has become our habit, the passenger checks one direction while the driver checks the other before moving through an intersection. Normal?

Back in the dark ages of the 1980s, I attended an actual physical college.

Over many years, I’ve heard a lot of jokes about women’s purses and refrigerators. Most involve the size or color, or capacity or whatever.