Author: Tony Farrell

Yes, Your Honor, I understand the nature of these charges. And yes, I am aware that these proceedings allow me the right not to incriminate myself.  Most of all, I…

Oh, joy. They’re home. For the summer. Don’t get me wrong. Their mother and I have been aching for months to have them back in our newly empty nest. Lucy…

The smooth greens. The stately trees. The academic buildings that beckon all who walk along the paths that cross the vaunted quad. It’s all just how you remember it –…

I remember when we got it, of course, back in that long-ago December when I decided that it was time for my boy to have a basketball hoop of his…

So you say you’re feeling just a slight bit chilly. Well, I get it. I really do. And you’re right, it is that time of year, and the weatherman says…

Those penny loafers in the back of my closet are plenty old, but the wise and weary eyes gazing out from their penny keepers are even older. Many years ago…

And so, it’s time to pull away from the curb. Again. You and I drove all these hours back to campus, and then I tried to fill an hour by…

Hi there, Tanya, it’s Tony. So sorry to wait until the last minute to call and leave a message. And listen, I know you did my wife a big favor…

This ought to be a no-brainer. It’s just a freshman dorm room, after all. Four dull walls, two simple beds, and one large bathroom down the hall.  How hard could…

I suppose if it weren’t for the toilet that wouldn’t flush all those years ago, I wouldn’t be the married man I am today or living the life I’m living…

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the zittiest of them all? Sad to say, but nearly every teenager meets a moment when the answer to that question seems painfully clear:…

Are you kidding me?  I mean, come on. Really. You have got to be kidding me. There’s not even three inches of snow out there, and schools are closing? Again?…