The range of emotions at the bus stop on Friday was astounding.
It was my son who was going through some sort of emotional turmoil as he waited for his sister to catch the bus. I guess it’s not easy being left…
At last I have a plan for old age
When I was young, I played a lot of video games. I started on an Atari 2600 and eventually moved on to an Atari 5200, a Nintendo, PC gaming, online…
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 age 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 worry that I’m living in a Stephen King novel.…
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 every day. And yet it’s compelling and sweet and revelatory and brilliant.…
Anything but a banana
My two-year-old son was wearing monkey pajamas. My wife asked, “What do monkeys eat?” “Apples,” he said confidently. “No…” “Blueberries?” No,” Elysha said. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s yellow.”…
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