Josh W

Josh W

Barf Simpson

I never really watched The Simpsons growing up. My parents didn’t allow it anyway, and since I had Captain Planet and Darkwing Duck, I didn’t feel like I was missing out. But there was a Krusty Klown Simpsons Ride at…

From Tweaking to Seeking

My daughter gazed out the window of my wife’s car and, given her Holmes-esque powers of observation, deduced that something was “off” about the shirtless, disheveled gentleman on the street corner.  Unintelligible screams, choreiform gyrations, and an apparent immunity to…

“Hey, I Bought Your Book!”

Writing a book results in some hilariously awkward social interactions.  For example, a random person will say, “Hey, I bought your book a while ago!”  At this point, I reach into my Grab Bag of Superficial Small Talk options, which…

Report Cards and Righteousness

Anyone who has hung out with Junior High and High School kids has probably had a conversation similar to the one below: Adult: How did your semester go? Kid: Great!  I pretty much got all A’s on my report card!…

Flying Pancakes of Perseverance

The deck was stacked against the Flying Pancakes of Youth Recreational Soccer this morning. A hailstorm had ripped through the Treasure Valley the previous night, leaving several large tree branches on the field.  The goats who usually roam the perimeter…

From Reggae to Glory

My Dad is generally a beacon of reasonableness and a rock of good sense. But during my early adolescence, he briefly went through a phase that made my Mom and I question his sanity. When I was growing up, we…

Heavy On My Mind, Always in My Heart

My mind may plumb the darkest depths of scientific seas While my heart runs on the trails through forests, hills, and trees My mind takes me on pilgrimages all around the world My heart is wrapped around the finger of…