Poisoned before my second birthday
When I was about sixteen months old, my stomach was pumped after having swallowed an entire bottle of paregoric. Oddly enough, I never looked into what paregoric was until just…
Fine is not good enough
My wife and I are attempting to keep our daughter away from television until the age of two, as recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics and based upon a…
A mixed bag
I received an email from a reader of this blog today that was interesting. She wrote: I find you both acerbic and dorky. One minute you remind me of fuzzy…
Either way, I rule.
Whenever I am asked how I find the time to teach, write novels and run a small business, I reply that I don’t sleep as much as most people, therefore…
Dream come true times two
UNEXPECTEDLY, MILO will be available in bookstores on August 3 of this year, which feels like a million years from now. We are currently in the process of preparing for…
My wife, the radical noncomformist
I often credit my wife for being the most tolerant woman alive, willing to put up with my alternative views on the world, my utter lack of conformity and my…
Imponderables
I recently asked the following questions, to which I have yet to receive an answer: 1. Under the category of useless features, why do air conditioners have remote controls? How…
Audio books: The good, the bad and the silly
When I was twenty years old, my best friend, Bengi, suggested that I begin listening to audio books during my one hour drive from Attleboro, MA to my job on…
Never again
I refuse to purchase a greeting card wrapped in cellophane ever again. Not because it's the green thing to do (which it is) or to save cash (which it would).…
Moose!
When I was seventeen years old, I was canoeing across a lake in northern Maine. The lake was so large that I couldn’t see the shore on three sides. The…
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