Pebbles
My daughter, for reasons I don’t quite understand, loves rocks. If she sees a large rock, she tries to pick it up. If she sees small rocks, she picks through…
My daughter, for reasons I don’t quite understand, loves rocks. If she sees a large rock, she tries to pick it up. If she sees small rocks, she picks through…
Tonight is easy. Though the list of things that I am thankful for tonight is long, one stands out above the rest. After four days apart, the longest separation I…
If you love books, you should already be listening to the wonderful Books on the Nightstand podcast: But if you haven’t started listening yet, this week’s episode features a discussion…
I spent last Thursday in New York City. Oftentimes a single day in the city feels like three by the time I leave, and Thursday was no exception. When I…
Tonight I am grateful for anyone who is willing to take charge of the check when I am dining with a large group. On Friday night, it was Melissa Klug,…
I had registered Elysha for this weekend’s book retreat as “Matt’s Dutiful Wife.” When we arrived, I found this instead:
It's not often that I find a poster above a toilet that so completely defines my existential crisis and how it shapes my writing career:
Tonight I am grateful to my in-laws, who are spending the weekend with my daughter while Elysha and I attend a literary retreat in Vermont. Had they stuck Clara in…
This Moth StorySlam performance took place on November 28, 2011 at The Bitter End. The topic of the evening was Freaks. I wasn’t entirely pleased with this performance. A GPS…
Tonight I am grateful to Diana, the name that we have bestowed upon our GPS unit after setting our preferences to the female British voice. I have been driving into…