This is the longer version of an article that will run on Friday, June 15th in the Press Democrat, and another version of the personal experience I wrote about in the blog article titled Up, Up, and Away. Back in 1783, the very first passengers to fly in a hot air balloon were rather speechless... Continue Reading →
This last weekend I got to go up in a hot air balloon. Like, up in the sky where if you fall, you will come crashing down to the ground and have zero chance of surviving. This is pretty much what I was thinking as I waited to climb inside the basket. Beyond that, I... Continue Reading →
Fair season is almost over (ends this Sunday). Have you seen everything there is to see? (Read the article... )
In the world of ranks, files, and black and white pieces, chess is making a strong comeback. This was more than apparent at Strawberry School on May 1st where young players met for duel, a queen and her men as their weapons, for the 2nd Annual Countywide Chess Tournament. (read the post...)
Easter is a huge celebration in our family. Read on to view photos as we prepared for the holiday. (more...)
Yesterday was a busy day of laundry and cleaning. Not only did it need to be done, but I am expecting the landlord to come by today for our annual inspection to make sure that our apartment is still intact and that we aren’t housing any pets like dogs or the regular city sewage rat. Thankfully, we have neither. Children are enough of a necessary hassle to be tended to without adding an animal to the mix. And this was even more apparent when I heard something drop to the floor in the bathroom, and an “oops” out of my daughter. She rushed into the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels, and then disappeared around the corner.
“Everything ok?” I asked her.
“Um, fine,” she said. “Except I might have spilled some nail polish on the floor…” Engrossed in my work, I told her to just use some of the nail polish remover on the linoleum. “Uh, ok,” she said. “But it’s not coming out of the carpet.” (more...)
Conversations with the Taz after our 30 minute clean-up... (more...)
9 years ago today, a loud and wailing cry sounded from a tiny hospital room in North Santa Rosa. That’s right folks, the Taz had entered the building – and the world – and was making his presence known. (more...)