“Oh, he’s calm. . .calm like a bomb”  While my marriage may be a democracy, my relationship with my son is much closer to what I like to refer to as a “benign dictatorship.” As any good dictator knows, it’s important to suppress the will of the proletariat to prevent an uprising. In this, the [...]

My brother, because of my insistence on taking so many photographs, calls me “Markarazi”. I don’t mind it though, because I love photography and my son and my nephews make some great subjects. Keeping a few simple tips in mind can greatly improve the pictures of your kids. Follow these and you’ll have people asking [...]

So for everybody I work with who reads this blog (read: the people who have the power to fire me), I’d like to apologize up front for the rather vulgar punch-line of this, my first post of 2010. I ask for mercy only on the basis that this is a true story and simply too [...]

I have a one year old. And I have a dog. We bought the one year old one of these: (Whoever invented these better have won some sort of inventing prize.) To the snack catchers we added these:   Then, for an entire hour, my son walks around and around our house, with the dog [...]