The year in which I quit blogging may seems an odd one to scribe a year in review post but something particularly strange occurred in 2017 and I felt obliged to cement it into the history books. Now, to say something strange happened in 2017 is hardly an earth-shattering revelation. The past year saw an […]
A Crock of Schmidt is 3. The dreaded Terrible Twos are officially history, though any seasoned parent will assure you that the Threes are worse. My predominant impression of this anniversary, admittedly one that holds true for most milestones in my life these days, is an overwhelming sense of bewilderment that it is even possible. […]
There are two questions I’m inevitably asked once someone learns that I have a blog. Once they’ve fully controlled the urge to smirk and/or giggle and have reigned in the bug eyes of disbelief, that is. What do you write about and do you make money from it?
Midlife crises happen to us all. For some they’re as brief and singular as a Dr. Pepper belch while for others they have the endurance of a porn star after ingesting a cupcake covered in Viagra sprinkles and as varied as the breeds at the Westminster dog show. As you might have surmised, or sadly […]