Why, oh, why can’t I have a boring, unimaginative mind? Some of you have got it made. You just take life as it comes. You don’t borrow trouble by worrying

I’d not made it in eons, but when I was asked to bring a dessert to a party recently, this one came to mind. The boys were praying on bended

Fuzzy math strikes again. Judging by the sounds that issued then through the door, so did Big Brother.

‘Government guy’: Long, complicated question. Eleven year old: “Huh?” ‘Government guy’: “In other words, are you for health care reform?” Eleven year old, in his laid-back drawl: “Probably not.” ‘Government

After last week’s grim look at some of our bad habits over here, I realized there was one I missed. If you’ve read the column for any length of time,

“A habit is something you can do without thinking, which is why most of us have so many of them.” So says Frank A. Clark. Nuts. Just as I’m getting

Life, I’ve decided, is a rainbow. Creation itself bears witness to this as we’ve just seen with the advent of autumn. The Good Lord could have colored our world in

“Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name, And they’re always glad you came; You want to be where you can see Our troubles are all the same;

Middle 2: “When Jamison finally moves out, lock the door!” Middle 1: “Do people actually do that (bring their families to their parents to entertain)?” Me: “Not really. That’s why

October is a big birthday month for the Schrocks. In fact, it’s pretty much bumper-to-bumper traffic. Our third son led the charge, turning 11 on the 20th. Niece Audrey turned