I’m sure my children wonder why I sometimes fly to different cities for a few days without their mother or them.  Most of the time, “it’s for work,” is all they know.  Maybe they’ll see a picture their grandmother shows them while I’m away from a silly website called The Facebook, like the one my mother showed them a few days ago: The fact that they recognized my caption of “There is still good in him; I can feel it” as a Luke Skywalker attribution gives me great…






New Orleans is magic.  I can’t land in New Orleans and not become immediately energized, excited, and free from any concerns that existed upon boarding the plane that carried me there, even if said plane is the second one I’ve boarded that day, because the first one turned around and went back to Atlanta after having major mechanical problems, causing the flight attendants to ask one another if they packed a change of underpants when they were sure no passengers could hear them walking off the jetway.  I…






My 8-year-old’s elementary school had its “dad-daughter” dance event last Friday night, so I dressed up in pretty much what I wore last year, and we went.  This year wasn’t quite as hot inside or as cold outside, but it was very similar to last year in that my child spent the whole night trying to locate or follow her friend Olivia around while I stood off to the side and responded to various strangers’ complimenting my jacket (which is, in part, why I wore it, but my…






The children struggle to agree on a show when they’re allowed the rare indulgence of TV in our house, so they take turns picking the show they will watch–usually from the Netflix “babies” channel I set up for them.  There are a few shows that all 3 genuinely enjoy, however, and prominent on that short list is Wild Kratts.  So, when I saw that its live show was coming to Atlanta a few months ago, I bought 5 orchestra level seats. I kept the tickets a secret, including…