Once a year in Kansas City--always during the coldest week in January, it seems--the annual tradition of "Restaurant Week" occur...

Oh, Daniel, I hardly knew ye... Have you seen me? Last Tuesday, Daniel the hipster fix-it guy, ambled into my home and heart. Backpack ...

My wife got the mail that fateful day, said "uh-oh," as she tossed the inexplicably foreboding government letter toward me. Surp...

Oh, hello there. I'm Sir Wesley Stuart, author extraordinaire of fine and exquisite children's literature. Perhaps you remember my...

After I got the results from a blood-work physical, my wife read it, said, "I'm jealous! For someone as overweight as you are, your...

Recently, my awesome mother-in-law sent us a post-holiday card. Within it was a personalized message to me. "Stuart," it read, ...

So, over the holidays, I'm sitting with my wife's family in Oklahoma. Around the dinner table where all the best conversations take ...