Can a fairy godmother be an old black man?

When I was young and considerably more impressionable than I am now (well, OK, maybe that’s not entirely true … I still have my gullible moments — come to think if it, probably more than I should admit) I used to ride on trains. I traveled up and down the west coast, visiting family, sometimes…

How I know Mother Nature never had teenage daughters!

If a picture is worth a thousand words it must be one hell of a picture, eh? From the rain-drenched balcony of a hotel room daughter one asks: “Did you check the forecast before you booked the trip?” Daughter two chimes in: “Is it possible to get a flight home?” My family and I were…

Like, gag me with a spoon!

The younger generation – more specifically, my teenage daughter – has me stumped. Because she does things that simply don’t make sense. And it frustrates me well past my usual state of composure. (Yes, believe it or not, I am a fairly composed person – really – I’ve worked on it over the years and…