It’s your booger.
I was wrestling with my two-year-old son. He was climbing all over me. Squeezing my face. Tickling me. Standing on my chest. Throwing himself onto my head. Then he stopped.…
I was wrestling with my two-year-old son. He was climbing all over me. Squeezing my face. Tickling me. Standing on my chest. Throwing himself onto my head. Then he stopped.…
Speak Up, the storytelling organization that my wife and I founded in 2013, is approaching it's two year anniversary. It was born on a snow day much like the one…
It was bedtime. Clara and I were fighting over her new Elsa doll. I argued that Elsa wanted to be my friend and hang out with me tonight. Clara said…
My Facebook feed has been full of wine over the past couple days. Wine glasses set before roaring fires. Wine glasses being clinked in celebration. Wine glasses standing beside the…
A student from my very first class, way back in 1999, sent me this photo. It’s actually a screen grab from a video that they were watching. It’s me, of…
As my home state of Connecticut prepares for the oncoming blizzard, there are a few things to keep in mind: ______________________ The blizzard will hit on Monday night and continue…
My daughter celebrated her sixth birthday on Sunday. When she turned two years-old, I posted a list of lessons learned from two years of parenting. I updated that list when…
If you’re not already listening to Slate’s The Gist, the daily podcast hosted by Mike Pesca, here’s another reason to do so: I’ll be appearing on The Gist as a…
About two weeks ago, I wrote a tongue-in-cheek post accusing Slate of stealing my ideas. On the same day, Slate published pieces defending skipping and arguing that climate change skeptics…
A reader from overseas sent me this collage my the covers of Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, including two that I had never seen before.