It’s nice when science takes the time to confirm one’s own sneaking (or even not so sneaking) suspicions. In this…

When my daughters turn eight, they’ll get their first Swiss Army knives, and not the tiny ones with a nail file and some scissors, but real ones, big enough to gut a fish with.

Quick alert (before everyone goes, “Enough already!”): As mentioned right below here, I’ll be on Nightline tonight talking about dumb…

With Mother’s Day upon us   like a breakfast tray of hot coffee  accidentally spilled on the blanket (amid tears),…