Poop.

A few days ago, I arrived – almost an hour late – to a play date. The scheduled meet-up was with three of my friends and their kids of various ages. When deciding where to go for this get-together, I tossed out a suggestion for my favorite playground and included some of my reasons for…

The Island.

This afternoon I sat in a pile of laundry watching a TV show. The show is filled with people my age, men and women, wandering an island while wearing very little clothing. Their entire purpose on that island is to drink alcohol, make questionable decisions and whip up some kind of steamy romance with someone…