Michael's Blog

Turning 50 comes with a myriad of cliches: Not caring what other people think.

At least a couple Saturday mornings a month, I take my sons to the farmer's market in the town near where we live.

My oldest son is at the age where he doesn't want to listen to his mother or me talk to him about the importance of communication (or anything, frankly).

I was looking through some old notebooks the other day, and I came across a list I wrote more than two years ago with criteria I wanted in my next job.