Bathtub interloper
The boy heard the bathtub beginning to fill, and while our backs were turned, he climbed in, clothing and all. He was pretty proud of himself, as you can see. …
The boy heard the bathtub beginning to fill, and while our backs were turned, he climbed in, clothing and all. He was pretty proud of himself, as you can see. …
Last week I attended the meeting of Sheltering Trees, a book club in Wallingford, Connecticut. The members of the group (more than a dozen ladies ranging in ages from their…
My father-in-law takes great photos. Charlie’s cuteness helps, too.
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…