16 years ago or January 19, 1994, my namesake and firstborn graced the world with his pale yellow face. Before he was old enough to do much more than eat and poop and cry (sometimes in that order), he taught me something extraordinary – how to love unconditionally.

My sons and I attended Dragon Con and we made a few costumed friends along the way.

The previous work week had “crummy” scrawled all over it but I was looking forward to the reward of hanging out with my sons at week’s end. Circumstances beyond my reach aborted those plans but…

1989 was funky summer. 20 years later, the summer is still… funky. This past weekend, my namesake and I participated in celebrating the 20th anniversary of the groundbreaking film by Spike Lee, Do The Right Thing at the Fox Theatre…

The sentimental differences between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are as stark as life and death. There! I said it. It troubles me that the standard in America seems to be that we worship our mothers while at the same time, we criticize our fathers…