Nearly 45 years ago, I was born in the United States of America to two people who were also born in the United States of America. 

"Can we get donuts?" they said. It was not a highly unreasonable request as there had just been a sleepover and it was a Saturday. 

I missed an hour more than this one time in Cali. I realized several things on that trip ... 

I was in a hotel room at Ogelbay Park in Wild and Wonderful West Virginia. Hotter than hell and beyond bored, I looked on in protest ... 

You know those well-meaning pontifications that ring hollower than the hole in a bunt cake? I am not a fan. 

I want my two little girls to aspire to be more than God’s gift to yoga pants, but sometimes, I fear that yearning might get lost ...

Sometimes the Johnny Manziels of the world aren’t bad, just sick. Maybe the guy is bad news. Maybe he’s sick and bad.

If you played a sport in olden times, chances are your equipment wasn’t on par with A-Rod’s or Lebron’s.

If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about people, it’s that we “want.” And what we often want most of all is “more.”

I rant in election years. I become angry and hateful. I dislike people based on whom they like or dislike. I become judgmental and mental ...

Negotiating with children is like bargaining with teeny tiny terrorists. I completely understand why nations avoid brokering deals with madmen.