Here he is, six weeks early and yet, still right on time.

It’s a strange thing, to be cooped up in a hospital room when you’re not the patient.

College did a real number on my daily schedule when it comes to working, sleeping, eating, etc.

Personal schedules and daily rhythms are some of the biggest sources of stress in my marriage.

One of my co-workers commented that 31 is one of those “meh” ages, and they’re absolutely right.

A list of 6 things you might know about me.

I don’t think I was properly prepared for just how much of marriage manifests itself in the absolute and complete ordinary.

Is being a dumb schmuck all I have to forward to in marriage?