The Moth: Secret Bedroom Move
The following is a story that I told at a Moth StorySLAM at The Bitter End in New York City in 2013. The theme of the night was Space. I…
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. …
PowerPoint presentations, game shows, skinny dipping, and now The Oscars: Quirks of the many book clubs I have attended
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…
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…
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