The dark is coming.
My two year-old son has become fond of looking off into the distance and saying, “Uh oh. The dark is coming.” I worried that I’m living in a Stephen King…
Little old ladies on a plane
It’s subtitled. It stars two women in their late seventies. It’s about something that thousands of people do everyday. And yet it’s compelling and sweet and revelatory and brilliant. You…
Anything but a banana
My two year-old son was wearing monkey pajamas. My wife asked, “What do monkey’s eat?” “Apples,” he said confidently. “No…” “Blueberries?” No,” Elysha said. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s…
Czech edition of Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend
I haven’t received a copy yet, but a reader in the Czech Republic sent me a photograph of my Czech edition of Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend. It’s the twenty-first…
Stupid nostalgia
Call my mom? It’s 1993. Do you want me to use your landline, since there are no mobile phones? Besides, your pretentiously nostalgic coffee shop is also littered with dirty…
Yesterday’s bus stop goodbye
My daughter’s start to kindergarten has made her brother a little sad. He misses his big sister throughout the day and occasionally shouts, “Charlie kindergarten!” But their daily goodbyes are…
Her possible rejection of the manicure might be her best decision yet.
Clara enjoyed her very first manicure last weekend as a part of her friend’s birthday party. Only I’m not sure if she actually enjoyed it. When she arrived home, she…
The Moth: The Cardboard Knight
The following is a story that I told at a Moth GrandSLAM at The Music Hall at Williamsburg in 2014. The theme of the night was In Your Face. I…
We bought an IKEA step stool. Thanks to the directions, we know not to look closely at it.
The rules are simple (at least according to the slip of paper found in the box): Don’t place the stepstool’s legs atop a pile of books. Don’t place one of…
