... as learned from my father at a way too early age. I knew how to shave my face, armpits and chest by the age of nine.  Not that there was any hair to shave but my father insisted it was best to stay on top of things before they got out of hand.  So I did it.  The...

I found myself saying that to a complete stranger the other night.  What prompted it?  A man with a piercing and enunciated vocabulary drowning out any possibility that everyone else around him might get the nerve to start a conversation.   Then I settled my tab with...

It's not the part where I have to dress myself, fly downstairs, hook her up, get the key and race her to the elevator so she can't position herself to bang out a revenge pile.  This is my dog I'm talking about.  No that's not the hard part.  The hard part is holding...