So much for skipping…
While attending the Brattleboro Literary Festival last October, I was reintroduced to the joys of skipping. My wife was less than supportive about my newfound joy, but I heard from…
While attending the Brattleboro Literary Festival last October, I was reintroduced to the joys of skipping. My wife was less than supportive about my newfound joy, but I heard from…
A reader was kind enough to point out that I have not posted the progress made on my New Year’s resolutions since October. While these last two months have been…
I read last week that scientists are currently working on a substance that would give people the Spiderman-like ability of walking up walls and ceilings. This is going to be…
I do not wrap gifts well. Part of my problem relates to a lack of skill, but I also don’t value the wrapping of gifts all that much and designate…
Thousands of North Koreans faced six months in labor camp for not being upset enough about death of Kim Jong-il. I impose a similar rule for when I am absent…
I’ve recently been debating a friend over the new Carter’s children’s clothing commercials that feature the tagline, “When a child is born, so is a mom.” She argues on her…
Katy Waldman has earned my undying loyalty with her recent Slate piece entitled Grapefruit is Disgusting. If only she would go after broccoli with the same fervor. While you should…
My wife has grown fond of pointing out the similarities in personality and disposition between my daughter and me. She recently stated: “After being Clara’s mom, I realize how glad…
My daughter is working on her newest puzzle, the trickiest one by far. She asked me to help. I told her I would help after cleaning the breakfast dishes. When…