Mornin’, all! Your old friend JJ here, comin’ atcha from my crib. One daughter’s in pre-school at the moment; my wife and son are on a mini-date (I lost any gangsta vibe with the semi-colon, didn’t I?). I’m getting ready to take my middle child (also a super incredible daughter) to my favorite bookstore, a […]Read more "More Raves for THE NIGHTMARE GIRL and HorrorHound Weekend Approaches"
One of my older daughter’s nicknames is Sparkle, so we’ll go with that for now. A quick story about her… When Sparkle was a wee baby, we brought her home from the hospital (after only a brief debate). I was prepared for the worst. See, my first child (my son) was Mr. High Energy and allowed […]Read more "For My Daughter on Her Seventh Birthday: The Grub on My Chest"
Confession time. Oversharing time. Look away in embarrassment time. But that’s why I’m here, right? To make everybody uncomfortable? I have a powerful physiological reaction to certain songs. I’ve always been extremely sensitive and incredibly susceptible to…well, everything. Certain weather makes me shiver with delight. The mere mention of a movie can transport me back […]Read more "Bach’s “Sheep May Safely Graze” or The Song That Reduces Me to a Trembling, Weeping Mess"
I posted a few days ago about my six-year-old’s tendency to sing opera whenever things get stressful. I figured today I’d post about my three-year-old’s habit of roaring, barking, or growling at me whenever she doesn’t get her way. My wife calls her the Little Sergeant. I’ll call her the Peach, which was what I […]Read more "The Toddler Roar"
My middle child, my first daughter, she’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. We’ll call her Sparkle, for her sparkly blue eyes. I can’t begin to describe her in a short blog post, but I’ll share these quick details: She’s six. She’s never in a hurry. She is addicted to pickle juice and […]Read more "Stress Opera"
Life in the trenches. That’s what it feels like sometimes with small children. Being a parent is the most amazing experience of my life, but to do it well takes more energy, patience, and time than I ever would’ve imagined. This isn’t a complaint—it’s simply a preamble about my fellow foot soldier, my wife of ten years (this […]Read more "For My Wife on Mother’s Day 2014"
We’re dancers, my family. Oh, I don’t have any skill at it. In fact, were one to drive by our big picture windows during one of our dance sessions, one would think I was being attacked by a swarm of Japanese hornets. Or suffering from demonic possession. We jump, shake, twist, and perform our own […]Read more "The Weekly Janz Dance Party"