Many years ago, when I was about 10, my brother and I decided to smoke the dried, tubular, hollowed out weeds that grew near the creek in ou...

For years, I have kept a backlog of stories and anecdotes in the steel reinforced folds of the back of my brain. It is the place where my ...

My parents did something amazing once. Normally the stuff they did was one step down from amazing. It wasn’t their fault. We were not rich...

Greg is in first grade and one of the activities for his first day of school was to draw his teacher: Not bad. I often dreamed of my teache...

Greg was hooked on the McGriddle and we couldn't afford his habit. A month in the St. Bernice of the Heathen Springs Rehab got the toxi...

Greg and I were playing around with Mr. Potato Head parts. He took this photo of me. I think I've scarred him. Again.

Sadly, Erik was killed during the last Erik Eats segment , so now I'm being forced to use my son as food taste bait. Today on Greg Eats...

A few weeks ago, Greg and the neighbor girl happened upon a baby bird that was hopping through the back yard. I had them watch it from a dis...

I went shopping tonight. It was not the fun shopping where I meet Erik out for drinks first and then go shopping second. In the winter, yo...

My father is a smart guy. He’s an engineer and chock full stories that I always took as the gospel truth. While I look back fondly on thos...