Anyone who has brought up children knows that consistency has absolutely nothing to do with discipline.

People say "God will find a way." God can't find a way if you're in the way.

Beware of people who fall at your feet. They may be reaching for the corner of the rug.

I recently turned fifty, which is young for a tree, mid-life for an elephant, and ancient for a quarter-miler, whose son now says, "Dad, I just can't run the quarter with you anymore, unless I bring something to read."

Fatherhood is helping your children learn English as a foreign language.

Anyone can dabble, but once you've made that commitment, your blood has that particular thing in it, and it's very hard for people to stop you.

No matter how calmly you try to referee, parenting will eventually produce bizarre behavior, and I'm not talking about the kids. Their behavior is always normal.