The No Whining Zone.

The No Whining Zone.

When my kids were little and we’d go on road trips, sooner or later the whining would begin. “Are we there yet?” “I’m hungry.” “She touched me.” “I have to go to the bathroom.” No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get them to stop. Until one day we hit on an alternative...
Patience, My Ass…

Patience, My Ass…

When I was a kid, there was a head shop in our neighborhood called The Great Train Robbery. Perched in their window was a black light poster that featured two seedy-looking vultures lurking on the limb of a dead tree. One says to the other, “Patience, my ass. I’m...
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