Hay Fever
You would never guess it from the marketing materials. The catalogs and print advertisements and websites all feature rock climbers perched on vertical cliffs, backcountry skiers buried in champagne powder, […]
Author Archives: PaulFredenberg
Eggs in Odd Places
It’s an ongoing debate at our place: should we confine the chickens (easier management) or let them free-range (happier birds + more entertainment)? Well, I hereby submit evidence for the […]
The Very Slow Track
Back at corporate, down the long white corridor, tucked behind the row of senior executive offices, there is a small gym. Five or six machines. Weights. Ten-foot ceilings. Panoramic mountain […]
Sleep Tips for Parents
It was so late that even the crickets had knocked off for the night. Alison caught me just as I had begun an irreversible kamikaze dive into bed. The dives […]
Mothers, Earth – And Fathers Too
After a full day of planting progressively more crooked rows of kale and cabbage and turnips – “a lot of food,” as Alison put it, “the kids will never eat” […]
The Most Interesting Man in the Whole Foods
I shuffled along the aisles with tired legs, a sullen look, and a throbbing left elbow. I wore business casual standard: lightweight wool gabardine pants, a blue Tattersall button-down, and […]
Goatsourcing™
The two young and remarkably sleep-resistant boys flapped excitedly from the second floor window as their older brother James completed yet another lap around on the riding lawnmower. Evening sky […]
The Smell of Work
The iPhone alarm sounded at 4:30am and three hours later the MD-88 lifted off from a promising April morning at Detroit Metro Airport. Seventy minutes of turbulence later it landed […]
Foreign Country – Texas Edition
After two days spent navigating a tight swirl of traffic congestion, Panamanian-jungle humidity, overwrought Tex-Mex restaurants, and the collective false bravado of 100,000 accountants in large pickup trucks, I was […]
Just Like the Catalog
Despite being a hot, sticky affair with little breeze and Honduras-level amounts of humidity, it had been a busy, accomplished Saturday. But by 11pm my glands were beginning to surrender. […]
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