Jim Noonan

I'm doing it. It might cause laryngitis, diarrhea, baldness, memory loss, white rage, paranoia, uncontrollable twitches, blackouts, drooling or worse, a bear attack.

It’s obvious she’s blinded by the allure of Crate and Barrel and not looking at the big picture. This stupid dish is our existence.

"Oh we're going to see that." She says looking over her shoulder just in time to see me cup a hand over my mouth and swallow my dinner… again!

Labeled as a 90 day fitness routine that was guaranteed to transform your body into that of a Greek God/Goddess, there was no way I could fail.

A little less than a week from her fourth birthday, I bring you the story of how it all began...

I'm a good cook!

I refuse… flat out refuse to blame Cathy, my loving wife, for her crude assumption, lack of couth, class and respect toward a dedicated husband who after close to one year has painstakingly acquired all the finite skills necessary to be called a...

I'd really like to say this is a story about chipmunks, ice cream and teddy bears, but it's not. It's about parenting, and the fact that I just can't leave well-enough alone.

LBN’s new semi-regular feature about the things, thoughts and conundrums overheard during the course of a week. Otherwise a bunch of small instances that are good enough to mention, but didn’t necessarily deserve a whole story.

It all happened so quickly! I wasn’t trying to prove a point; I wasn’t even trying to show off. In fact, I couldn’t give you one good reason why I was standing on the chair, especially since I’d been screaming at Lucy for the past few weeks to stop standing on the furniture.