Daniel Moore

Comics funnier when you’re lazy

We took the comics very seriously in our house when I was growing up. On lazy Sunday afternoons, we would get the  Sunday comics and read them over and over. Then we would discuss them. Then we would rate them…

Pain is not so bad, is it?

A week and a half ago, I was at the cross country meet at Indian Springs. I was there when the girls’ winner crossed the finish line, nearly a minute faster than everyone else. And she crossed it smiling. Everyone…

I’m too lazy to be famous

We live in America, where anyone with plenty of determination and talent can become rich and famous. Why they would want to do so is beyond me. I have enough problems as it is without having to worry about the…

Learning morals through fairy tales

Kids say the darnedest things. Sometimes it’s like having a comedian constantly in your house for your own entertainment. Parents, on the other hand, must, according to international law, tell everyone they meet exactly what cute thing their kids are…

How to take over the world

There is a great force at play in the world today, a force that’s beyond comprehension, that threatens to rule all we hold dear. That force is: nostalgia. It seems to be the driving force for my generation, who spent…

Not missing a missing tooth

Dear rotten tooth, Somewhere, somehow, you descended from the bad genes of some distant relative. If someday I have the chance in the great hereafter to find that relative, I’m going to have a few words with him about you.…

A little happiness goes a long way

Ever wonder what goes through one-year-olds’ minds? Now I know. Spurred on by her sisters, our one-year-old has started talking up a storm. She has spoken more completely and sooner than her sisters. Sure, her sentences are only one word…

Declaring war on dandelions

I used to mow the lawn each week. Now I go out and mow the dandelions. If this means war, then it’s like one of those wars where a handful of people try to take on an entire army. And…

Watch out for princess movies

My daughters have requested that I include something princessy in my column. My oldest in particular. “I’m going back to work,” I say, after lunch. “Write a princess ad,” my daughter says as I head out the door. Not goodbye.…