Not a T-Rex after all
In response to Phil’s recent comment that my arms resemble that of a T-Rex, a better, more sympathetic friend researched arm length ratios on my behalf. It seems that your…
In response to Phil’s recent comment that my arms resemble that of a T-Rex, a better, more sympathetic friend researched arm length ratios on my behalf. It seems that your…
This is almost too ridiculous to believe. Elysha and I were driving through Hartford on interstate 84 when we saw a billboard advertising Lady DUI, an attorney who specializes in…
This is a topic that recently came up on another blog that I read, and it’s a journal topic that I invite my students to write about each year. Children…
Playing golf on Thursday, my friends noted that my persistently awful tee shot probably has something to do with my arms. “You have Popeye arms,” one of them said. “What…
Here is a list of some of my stranger super powers: I haven’t thrown up since the riding on the Music Express at Rocky Point Amusement Park in 1982. I…
This summer, I will be appearing at bookstores throughout New England and New York in order to promote my second book, UNEXPECTEDLY, MILO. Last year I appeared in about two…
My daughter got her hands on Elysha’s iPhone and took this photograph of herself, her first self-portrait. I’m completely obsessed with it.
My wife has been trying to bring back the high-five ever since I’ve known her. She’s also been trying to rid the world of bumper stickers, but that’s a story…
Twenty five years later and there are still Easter eggs to find in Back to the Future. This one blew my mind.