Author Archives: Andrew Roe

Typical suburban scene: Friday night, late-ish, squeezing in a last-minute food run at Trader Joe’s before they close. It’s one of those rare shopping trips that’s kid-less, and I’m pathetically basking in the freedom of the moment and the freedom … Continue reading →

I guess I should have addressed this in my very first post (last year?). Title TK means “title to come.” As in “title to come at a later date, because I’m too lazy to come up with a snappy title.” … Continue reading →

… And bags under my eyes. Even more so than usual. Which is saying something. Why? I stayed up late last night test-driving a guitar I’m thinking of buying from a co-worker. It felt good. It felt great. I really … Continue reading →

“Was that you?” “Yes.” “Just checking.” “I made bubbles.” “You sure did.” “Daddy?” “Yes?” “How do you catch a fart?” “That’s a good question, Ethan. Gee. I don’t know if that’s even humanly possible. We’ll have to check the Internets … Continue reading →