Third person nightmare
I’ve started to refer to myself as Daddy in the third person. Even when my daughter is not around. Me: Daddy’s going to bring to garbage out. Mother-in-law: Isn’t Clara…
My book has been hijacked by a couple of no-nothings.
I have been betrayed by my book. As I come closer and closer to completing the manuscript to CHIKCEN SHACK, the story continues to veer off in unintended directions. When…
Vegans. The annoying kind.
I don’t mind vegetarians, vegans, and the rest of their ilk. In fact, I admire them and am envious of their ability to eat and enjoy vegetables and fruits to…
Enough with the ten minutes
I spent the afternoon writing at Panera, which is always a delightful spot to work. Good food, caffeine-free soda, free Wi-Fi, and comfortable surroundings. I have just one complaint. I…
The demanded apology: A pathetic, passive aggressive attempt to make someone say words that the don’t want to say
From yesterday’s Washington Post: “The mother of a 13-year-old Montgomery County middle school student is demanding an apology from a teacher who had school police escort the youngster from a…
Poisoned before my second birthday
When I was about sixteen months old, my stomach was pumped after having swallowed an entire bottle of paregoric. Oddly enough, I never looked into what paregoric was until just…
Fine is not good enough
My wife and I are attempting to keep our daughter away from television until the age of two, as recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics and based upon a…
A mixed bag
I received an email from a reader of this blog today that was interesting. She wrote: I find you both acerbic and dorky. One minute you remind me of fuzzy…
Either way, I rule.
Whenever I am asked how I find the time to teach, write novels and run a small business, I reply that I don’t sleep as much as most people, therefore…
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