Things change when you have a child. You begin to feel differently about a multitude of life’s experiences. The entire world takes on new meaning and nuance. Take Dirty Dancing.…
Yesterday I wrote about my daughter’s first story. Her story went like this: Once upon a time there was a bear. She ate dinner. The End. Then I tweeted about…
I had an idea yesterday, probably born from several sources, including my success at The Moth, a sudden burst of amusing anecdotes and my bi-weekly intake of Marc Maron’s popular…
My daughter told me to go to sleep (a frequent demand), and then, instead of waking me up with a kiss or (more often) a smack on the butt, she…
My daughter knows almost all of her uppercase letters and a few lower case letter, though she you wouldn’t know it based upon this video. The girl refuses to perform…
Nummies, a maker of maternity bras, asked women what they would tell themselves if they could go back in time to just before their first baby arrived. They produced…
In regards to the much critiqued post about my handling of the slow driver, I offer a few comments: 1. Opening with the question “Was this mean?” wasn’t smart. I…
My editor was kind enough to take Elysha and me to a Mets game last week, and though I am a Yankees fan, I love baseball and was looking forward…
A reader sent me this NPR story about the FBI’s tactical operations team. For those of you who have read Something Missing, you’ll understand when I say that the story…
Tell me if this was mean. I was on my way to the post office yesterday, driving on a rather short street, when I came upon a car driving exceedingly…
