Three Electric Toothbrushes: Dadtritus Alert Is it just me, or do most Dads mow through toothbrushes with our mighty molars at a pace that leaves them buzzing and stuttering in our wake? To wit: at last count, I had not one, not two, but three Philips Sonicare models of various vintage standing sentry on my... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Twin Zippo Lighters Can you get too much of a good thing? As we tackle the notion of "dadtritus" -- those very dad-type objects that seem to accumulate in cabinets and drawers and corners -- the answers seems to be a resounding, "well, duh." Whether it's an avalanche of rapidly-graying T-shirts, or closet... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Multiple Christmas Trees Is it just me, or do you, too, have a backup to your main Christmas tree gathering dust in your basement, or attic, or wherever you stuff backup Christmas trees? And is there a backup to your backup? And backups to that one, too? I suppose there's some logic to... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus: On the Road and On My Wrist This blog has been on a bit of hiatus as work and family and, well, just life has conspired against my healthy outlet, ruminating on the perfectly grilled meal, ridding myself -- virtually -- of a stack or two of dadtritus, poking fun at myself for the... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Two Dozen Ballcaps Cue the Jeff Foxworthy voice: If you've got more than zero ballcaps imprinted with the name of a resort or vacation destination, and you consider these nice enough to go out to a restaurant in... yoooooouuuuu might be suffering from dadtritus. If you've got your ballcaps separated into sweat-stained-lawnmowing caps... Continue Reading →
Watch Me Now: Developing an Appreciation for Timepieces Blame it all on me forgetting to bring my Fitbit charger to China. During a week's business trip to Beijing earlier this year, by day three the well-worn wrist computer had gone dark and I spent the next few days gazing, expectantly, at the mole at the... Continue Reading →
Making Sense of the 'Menutiae' in Life's Middle Passage When our division vice president flew into town last Fall, we hosted a team dinner, and as an icebreaker she asked the group to name something they each did well that would be a surprise to everyone else. Now, as my direct boss, she'd known me... Continue Reading →
Dadtritus Alert: Endless Stacks of White Undershirts Once of the nicest compliments -- albeit, a little odd -- I consistently got from discerning females back in college was when, upon encountering me at the tail end of a run, I still, somehow, smelled great. Now, take a whiff today (or, really: don't), and after a... Continue Reading →
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