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.”…
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 on a coffe shop sign
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 of 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…
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