We’re not talking about it.
Okay, we technically are. But I’m not mentioning IT, specifically. Well, not by name, expressly. This week, anyway.
Not because I’m not taking it seriously. I am. Boy, am I.
It’s not because I’m not scared. I am. Man, am I.
It’s not that I don’t ...
You probably haven’t heard much about it yet in your area.
It’s a new thing, really. Just burst onto the scene about back in ... oh, late December, I believe.
Nah, I’m not referring to the whole deal with the super-jolly dude in red flying around on his big old sleigh with his cool ...
Fernando. Fred. Freddie. Hon.
Dad. Foh-pa. Bop.
Grandpa Marinucci. Honorary big brother.
Mr. Marinucci. Marinuch.
My father was called many different names by a myriad of folks. As for me? I called him Pop.
I was pretty much the only one who referred to him that way. I think that’s ...
It all happened so quickly. It was over nearly before it started.
“Are we the only ones in here?” I faintly heard one gal ask another from my stall at the far wall end of the ladies room.
“I think so,” came the somewhat muted reply as I tried to whip up a sham sneeze in attempts to ...
Swim parents. We’re a breed unto ourselves, to be certain.
Take one glance and it’s clear that we aren’t your typical sports moms and dads. Or aunts and uncles, grammas and grampas, or general fans of float. We don’t cuss, fuss or tell the coach how to wrangle his school of fish. ...
It’s actually one of my all-time favorite words.
Do we really need the “all-time” preceding favorite? I mean, aren’t we strongly implying, by showing overt preference for a thing, that it became such as a conscious decision made over, you know, time?
I have to say that I’ve felt this way for quite some time now.
It’s just that I’m always hesitant to broach a topic that could easily be construed as controversial.
Especially in the current political climate, I am reticent even to mention the subject.
But, no. You know what? This ...
The thing about Groundhog Day and the Super Bowl being on the same day is — other than the fact that it’s only happened once before — it’s just double the depression for old PK. Here’s why:
No. 1: There’ll never NOT be more winter after Groundhog Day.
Look, I’m sorry to toss ...
It’s been a month and 24 hours since Christmas, even though it seems like that was decades ago.
The calendar’s been stuck on winter for 35 days so far — yet each one feels like a YEAR to we cold-weather haters. Sorry snow fans, but I haven’t felt my fingers or toes in weeks. ...
Ever since that episode of “Sex and the City” in which Carrie Bradshaw made an argument for it, I’ve taken the WIDE liberty of considering myself something of an artist.
Hey! I can hear y’all laughing all the way from here. Unnecessarily hurtful. Ahem.
As I was saying, the fictional ...
Well, it’s only a matter of days now. Hours, really, if you want to get technical.
Soon and very soon, I’m going to burn through my entire supply. The whole stockpile. Poof! And then... life will take a very dark turn for PK, folks.
It’ll be a sad, sad day, one lamented until the very ...
You say you need a resolution? Well, you know, it’s true, we all wanna change ... um, lots of stuff, I suppose.
Mostly personal, am I right?
It is a fact that, just as the earth dwellers have done from cave-critter days through the log cabin phase up to the present flip-this-house day, we ...
There’s nothing like the end of a year — especially one that concludes a decade — to make one reflective.
I mean, there’s a reason “Auld Lange Syne” gets played 87 bazillion times annually between Dec. 26 and Jan. 1, capisce?
The humans like to take time to think about what’s ...
And now, as always, the annual obligatory homage to “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore — as told by jolly ol’ PK.
’Twas three nights before Christmas
When all through the casa
I was losing my grip
Like a falling Mufasa.
The wedding soup was
As were ...
“You know it, I know it, and the American people know it,” Bob Dole used to say. He was right. In fact, I’m pretty sure humans everywhere on the third rock are aware of this universal truth:
Giving = good and being stingy = bad. Period.
But the tricky part isn’t necessarily in the ...
Exactly 20 years ago today (down to the moment, depending on when you read the paper), I brought home the best early Christmas present I ever will receive: my baby boy.
Yep, it was cold and snowy on Dec. 8, 1999. I remember clearly because the chilled air had me wrapping that infant tighter ...
Well, this is it. Crunch time.
T minus 23 shopping days and counting.
Or would it be T-minus 24 days? I mean, technically there ARE stores open on Christmas Day.
As fictional matriarch Marie Barone of the sitcom “Everybody Loves Raymond” often told her son: “I don’t like that, ...
I’m breaking with tradition a little … and rushing the seasonal theme a tad, I know! But I thought I’d take a humorous angle on Turkey Day ala Clement Moore’s, “A Visit from St. Nicholas.” Don’t worry, you’ll still get saddled with that one next month, too. I digress.
An open letter to my family members and friends who live in snow-free locations:
Hello! I hope this note finds you well and happy.
Gosh, who can believe we’re almost done with 2019. It’s been another whirlwind year at Casa Kimerer!
Say, as a special favor in the spirit of the ...
It’s such a huge adjustment, really; going from high school to college.
I mean, the move alone is a major modification to life as you know it. Everything you knew before of regular old existence at the homestead is turned completely upside down, physically and, you know, in the ...