The love of books–what does that mean? To some it is the endless joy of reading from your first waking hour to your last blink of your eye before slipping into the restful bliss of sleep. To others it may be book collecting, finding books that may otherwise be lost–buried in a garage or estate sale, a bookstore, or dusty …

Well, today was a slow day. My son has been fighting off some allergies (“Thanks, dad, for the suckie genes.”) So, he has been a little on the slow side. By that, I mean, he’s not running back and forth for a half-hour straight. He is down to a pedestrian 20-minutes of full-on running back-and-forth. So, for a sick day, not …

Well, my son has decided to embrace his inner Picasso, and is drawing on anything and everything. I  have art on my walls, doors, floors, it even finds it’s way on him tattoo-style (arms,legs, hands and stomach)  and every now and then on some paper. He uses pens, markers, pencils, paint, and also chalk–to produce his masterpieces around my house. He …