The final chapter of how a birthday present gone wrong has turned out to be a blessing in disguise and brought a family back together. But don’t tell Ammie because you may have a large angry Sven to contend with.

My daughter Bill and I were spending Bring Your Child to Work Day together. And before you start scratching your head about her name and start calling me an asshole, let me explain something about Bill.

I am an avid bicyclist. In fact, I do not own a car, and use public transit when biking isn’t feasible. It’s a benefit of living in the city, and an opportunity to stay healthy and support planetary health as well. This weekend has been filled with odd bike mishaps and shenanigans. Saturday morning, I […]

Ammie took it in stride, even after I told her that I sort of, kind of, a little bit, forgot to pay the house insurance last month. She’s a trooper, but of course she can afford to be all magnanimous about it when the fault lies with her and her stupid rule, but I digress. You may be thinking to yourself, big deal. Your wife is the heir-apparent to Bristol Industries., and the current V.P. of the Western branch, which happens to be the largest portion of the company’s portfolio. So replacing the kitchen, even if it means paying for it out of your own pockets should be chump change.

A series of foul-ups ended up with the author realizing a common nightmare scenario, teaching a class wearing nothing but her underwear.