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The Moth recently asked what you would like inscribed on your gravestone when you die in conjunction with a Main Stage show in Brooklyn’s Greenwood Cemetery. Since I have no intention of ever dying, this was more of a thought experiment than a real world exercise, but still, it was interesting to imagine what words…

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I don’t like the song “Imagine.” I know. For many of you, this is blasphemy. For years, I loved the song. Sang it whenever it came on. Then I was driving in the car last week when “Imagine” came on Pandora. As I sang along, I thought about the lyrics in a way I never…

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Other than simple brushing, I can do nothing with my daughter’s hair. I can’t braid it. I can’t pin it back with a barrette. I can’t wrap it in a ponytail. These pigtails might at well be the Mona Lisa to me. Impossible to comprehend. Impossible to reproduce. For at least a year, I couldn’t…

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A list of slogans from Friendly’s restaurants from over the years: “You’re in for a nice surprise” (1979–1982) “There’s no place like home” (1985–1989) “Oh, that looks good!” (2010–2013) “High 5, it’s Friendly’s!” (2011-2012) “Oh yeah!” (2012-2013) “Where ice cream makes the meal” (current) Damn. That is not a good list. “You’re in for a…

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I’ve been teaching writing to students ages 12-16 for the past three weeks. Seven students in all. Every one of them is an excellent writer. A couple are legitimately gifted. Two surprises: Five of my students write with a paper and pen and couldn’t imagine writing on a computer or tablet, at least for their…

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My daughter made her own mask from paper, tape, marker, and string. I’m not sure what she was going for, but I think she looks legitimately creepy when wearing it. I asked her if she is a superhero when wearing the mask. Her response: “Daddy, you know me. I’m just Clara. But that’s pretty great,…

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I am certain that I was never as sweet to my siblings. Not even close. I’m not sure if I was even nice to my siblings. Thank goodness Elysha’s genes are in the mix.    

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I am not a huge fan of bathing the kids. I don’t mind shampooing their hair, and I don’t mind scrubbing their feet, but once the actual work is done and the playing commences, I become much less interested in the bath. Perhaps it’s because of the way my dictatorial daughter demands that I play…

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In preparation for the fourth annual listing and publishing of my shortcomings and flaws, I invite you to write to me about any shortcomings or flaws that you think I should consider including on the list. If you’re wondering why a person would create such a list and post it online, you can read about…

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