Long before I met Mario, or slipped my first grubby quarter into a Dig Dug machine, or sat down to master the finer arts of Ms. Pac Man, I loved playing games. Board games, card games and run around outside games like tag and capture…
I hate losing. It consumes my body: diaphragm, clinched teeth, muscles tensing up underneath my flab. My son Sebastian hates losing even more than I do. In fact, losing resembles a small death the way he reacts to it. When he loses a game, any…
It seems sacrilegious to even say so, but it’s true. We have all reached that special moment in time when all the sun, the fun, the play and the games come home to roost. The ice cream: peppermint stick and rocky road and bubblegum and…
I fully recognize my stupidity in this post. A swim diaper is a disposable garment specifically designed to be porous, allowing liquid to freely flow from inside to out without absorption. It’s a poop catcher with an interesting backstory. A diaper retains all. However, at…