Some hours before my father died he lovingly told me he thought of me as the family's Erma Bombeck. Though I was deeply touched to hear my father's praise, I sure as heck am no Erma Bombeck, may her memory be a blessing. But if Erma and I had anything in common, it is simply this: Dad loved our writing.

These are some of my scribblings, some new and some old columns, that have been making the rounds. I know my father would be happy I finally got around to putting them on my website and sharing them with you. And for those who aren't familiar with Erma, I encourage you to take some time to read her as well and see why she was so loved by so many for so long.