Monthly Archives: January 2011

This week, Diana Taurasi joins Snooki and Heidi Montag on the list of Women We Don’t Want our Daughters to Be Like. My Dad often told me that if you have to cheat to win, it’s not worth winning. Course, that … Continue reading →

Most people who’ve known me for any length of time know that I despise cheerleading. My wife has told me, over the years, that if any of our daughters had been cheerleaders, I would’ve supported them 100%. I’ve told her not … Continue reading →

I’ve always wondered, to myself, if I’ve pushed my daughters too hard, or not hard enough. When I was a kid, I recall my mother and my father frequently reminding me to always do the best I could do, at … Continue reading →

Reality television star Heidi Montag has acquired quite a few assets over the past few years. Unfortunately, most of them are fake. Or plastic, whichever way you want to look at it. And while Montag doesn’t appear to be an awful … Continue reading →

I love making my daughters laugh. I’m not talking about an occasional chuckle, like, ‘hey Dad, that was kind of funny.’ I’m talking about a full frontal belly roar, uncontrollable snorts…you get the picture. Except, for me, making my daughters … Continue reading →

I just started reading a biography about Clint Eastwood (American Rebel: the Life of Clint Eastwood) by Marc Eliot. I’ve always been a big fan of the Man with No Name, for some obvious reasons, and for some that aren’t so … Continue reading →

I don’t know if this is going to be a Top Ten list or not, it might end up being longer than that. Certainly not shorter. I think it’s natural for kids to aspire to be like someone else. An … Continue reading →

Having worked in higher education for the better part of 19 years, I know that research can be manipulated to show whatever it is that the scientist set out to demonstrate in the first place. So when I came across … Continue reading →

I think the first time I was exposed to, and somewhat understood, drama was when I was a pre-teen or a teenager and I’d come home from school to my Mom watching her afternoon soap operas. I can still recall some … Continue reading →