The epilogue
A reader sent this to me today. It’s a photograph of the epilogue of Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, which has created quite a stir among many readers. I love…
A reader sent this to me today. It’s a photograph of the epilogue of Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, which has created quite a stir among many readers. I love…
I do a lot of writing with my infant son on my lap. Yesterday, he chewed on the cord that connects my phone to my laptop. Unbeknownst to me, he…
Thanks to Twitter, I have been informed that to “decimate” does not mean to obliterate or wipe out. It means to destroy one-tenth of something. Great. I've had countless times…
It’s always slightly annoying when a guy delivers a toast or a wedding speech that is impossible to top, but in this case, I’ll allow it. I don’t watch many…
This evening we will meet to discuss the future of The Clowns, the rock opera that my co-writer and I have spent the last five years writing. With two weeks…
These are the last images I see before leaving for work each day. As much as I love my job, the walk to the car is long and painful each…
I tend to be a person who resists conformity and rejects tradition in favor of personal preference and a desperate attempt to preserve individuality and perhaps even enhance it. In…
She named him Fred. He’s not impressive, but the snow was not ideal for snowman-making. We did what we could with what we had. He’s melted now, but I will…
I played this video for my students last week as part of our Writer’s Workshop, and it left them overwhelmed with inspiration. Literally. They were blown away by author and…