Welcome to the new followers who have recently come on board. I thought it would be good to re-introduce myself and my work for those of...

Nine years ago, my daughter’s friend was bullied in the playground. It started out as a joke, a quirky game. As the “game” progressed,...

I spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...

(Re-released today, in memory of my brother, and in honor of National Suicide Prevention Month.) Chances are, you never met my brother....

I write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...

“We should start a Dinner Tour,” said my husband. “What? What’s a Dinner Tour? It sounds like we are Led Zeppelin, combined with a dinner...

I used to love P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother? The story was about a baby bird whose mother was nowhere to be found when he...

What brings meaning to your life? I am not asking because I have the right answer. I am asking because I want you to have an answer, an...

I still remember my daughter’s third grade teacher conference, although it happened over a decade ago. Ms. P. and I squatted on the...

When disappointments befall you, what do you think? Do you mutter, “Of course, it’s just my luck.” Or, “Nothing ever works out for me.”...

Who is your best friend? If you are a married man reading my words, you will probably answer, “My wife.” But, if you are a woman, married...

When you make chili, and your mom suggests a better way to slice the onion, are you open to her tip, or do you sigh with frustration?...

If there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such...

My dog Frankie presses his furry back against my thigh. He wedged himself beside me deliberately, turning and turning in circles. His...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

“I just love your blog. It makes me feel like less of a loser,” quipped my neighbor Laura, with a mischievous grin. We chatted a bit in...

I messed up this week. I said something stupid to my daughter. At the time, I thought I had to help her by giving her my opinion, even...

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...

Deguires make terrible athletes. Neither my father, mother, brother nor I could play a sport or catch a ball. To this day, if you throw a...