Grounds for Insanity

There had to be a better way. I wasn’t asking for the Brooklyn Bridge or the moon on a platter. All I wanted was one simple change; a little old

Note: This Grounds for Insanity column was published in the 03/11/13 edition of The Goshen News. It was a privilege, really, to enter their world. The sight of those squirming

According to a February 2009 CareerBuilder.com survey of more than 8,000 workers, a full 20% said they are late to work at least once a week. A surprising 12% admitted

Of all things. There they were, right before me. Displayed in splendor, they sparkled amidst an array of more plebeian styles. I could have sworn they called my name. Having

Driving along, I felt it. There we were, sandwiched between two, one in front and one behind. Why was it that the mere sight of a cruiser could strike instant

It was a rare occurrence. With every account caught up, I stood at the counter, mixing cookies. Grinding oatmeal in the blender, I smiled, thinking of the boys’ delight. They’d

It wasn’t quite a full-blown grin, but it came close. They’d just straggled in from the bus, my youngest two, plopping shoes, coats and backpacks in an obstacle course through

It’s a joy to watch him. Up and down, back and forth he runs for two solid hours, including commercial breaks. In a move that utterly frustrates opponents, he throws

“Dear Mr. Schrock,” read the notice. “From the sounds of it, your kids are killing each other by the light of the Christmas tree. Which, of course, they’re supposed to

“What in the world are they thinking?” That’s the question folks are asking in diners, in barbershops and around watercoolers across the country. This is quickly followed by, “And what