Some people treat their body’s like a temple. Me — I’ve treated mine like a bouncy-house.

Forget about the stress-ball, give me the bat!

Your dog gets more information by smelling a fire hydrant than you or I could ever get from watching today’s news media.

We locked eyes as she drove through the intersection on her way home. The sight of my wife startled me as I sat watching cars roll under the overpass, its shadow I was using a shade. It had been a least two weeks, possibly three, since I’d last bathed. The jeans I’d been wearing when…

Every time I hear or see the word ‘BAE,’ I can’t help thinking its an abbreviation for ‘Bacon And Eggs.’

Cast in a shadow, some 20-feet above was an alcove of sorts. I bagged my gear, swung it over my good shoulder and proceeded to haul myself up along the nearly smooth canyon walls. The alcove was not much more than a flat surface with enough room for shelter once I pulled my knees to…

Facebook makes me miss MySpace.

It’s not ‘happy wife, happy life,’ it’s ‘happy spouse, happy house,’ because everyone deserves to be happy.

When I finally woke from unconsciousness, there was confusion in what I saw. Before me was an endless bed of yellow-brown sand, punctuated with particulates of white and larger bits of black. As I lay there, I slowly came to my sense, realizing I was face-down in the half-light of a deep crevasse of Utah earth.…

Two things I’ve come to really value as I’ve aged: Two-ply toilet paper and comfortable shoes.