Charlie’s first meal
For the first time, we ordered our one-year-old son his own meal at a restaurant. It was Memorial Day. We were in Mortensen’s on the Berlin Turnpike. Other than the…
For the first time, we ordered our one-year-old son his own meal at a restaurant. It was Memorial Day. We were in Mortensen’s on the Berlin Turnpike. Other than the…
In an effort to hold myself accountable, I post the progress of my yearly goals at the end of each month on this blog. The following are the results through…
This story is too strange to be believed. But it’s true. It involves two people. I will avoid using their names in order to protect their identity, though I suspect…
My son turns one-year-old today. Parents often lament about how quickly time passes. Children grow up so damn quickly. This has never been the case for me. My son…
Here is the plan. Find ten students, ages 11-18, who want to be writers and want to be treated like real, professional writers. As all students should. Some might want…
It’s always fun to act self-important, grandiose, battle tested and imposed upon, but Ray Bradbury was right. Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You…
Some of my students have become aware of my policy of not wearing any clothing that advertises a name brand. No stupid alligator where a breast pocket would be. No…
There is more to this story. It includes pre-dinner temper tantrums and other Herculean parental challenges, but here is what you need to know: A waiter spilled a glass of…
One of my students arrived to school on Friday with a business card in his hand. “I booked you a speaking gig,” he told me and handed me the business…
I have never seen a child love a sibling more than my daughter loves her brother. It’s truly remarkable. Clara routinely approaches strangers in restaurants, parks and stores to tell…