Ever met my mom, The Bevinator? If you had, you’d instantly know all of her distinct, noteworthy catchphrases—of which there were many. To this day, I often find myself peppering… Read more

Everybody has a memorable story about my mom. The good and the Bev. “Remember when she chided the server for not bringing enough breadsticks?” my British cousin Mark chuckled. “The… Read more

My friend Casey Bond is the ultimate Renaissance woman.  In a matter of exactly 24-hours, I’ve seen her fix a carburetor, prepare an armadillo for taxidermy, plant a tomato garden,… Read more

Bless my friend Kiki’s heart. She’s usually in a good mood 98.75% of the time. The other 1.25% she can be a raging hellion if things go amiss. A hundred… Read more

A giant limb inexplicably came crashing down late last week at my Dad’s house. It landed smack dab in the back of Dad’s perfectly manicured, expansive lawn. I wasn’t informed… Read more

It should come as no surprise that TV news is one big, giant dysfunctional family.  There’s always the sullen cousin, the overzealous, giddy tween sibling and the cantankerous, crusty uncle…. Read more

Let it be known that my father loves him some Iowa State Fair. He’s been a regular there ever since he was a wee one. I think he once told… Read more

I’m usually not one for cheesy opening salvos. That personal mantra went out the window four years ago when I spotted Jared Allman walking towards me at a red carpet… Read more

“He’s like a British jumping bean.” “He moves like a chicken … on acid.” “That man has bounced around like a flea for 2+ hours and still has the same… Read more

Pylon … The B-52s … Love Tractor …Widespread Panic … R.E.M. These are just a few of the famous and/or infamous bands that got their start in the sleepy, little… Read more