
Words with friends: Collaboration makes better writers
I love the stereotypical image of a writer: A solitary figure, holed up somewhere chain smoking and drinking buckets of booze coffee, …
I love the stereotypical image of a writer: A solitary figure, holed up somewhere chain smoking and drinking buckets of booze coffee, …
Over the last couple weeks, I’ve spent a good number of days at the airport with my father-in-law, Ray-Dad, wrenching on airplanes. The …
Since it’s officially December, I can wear my Christmas crazy with pride. Things are full tinsel around the house and I’m looking …
“Where did you see the score??” “She just posted them.” “When? I just looked awhile ago.” “No, like just posted.” I listened as …
This morning I asked my Facebook friends to guess how many feature length films it would take me to decorate my 9-foot …
I was conveniently out of town the last several times my little sister moved. (Just like I’m conveniently out of town when …
I made Mr. T pull over at the entrance to our neighborhood, hopping out into the balmy 37 degree night. I waddled …
As the food coma wears off and another Thanksgiving comes to an end, I’m feeling especially grateful for family, friends, and fantastic …
When I was little, we lived next door to my grandparents for awhile. On Thanksgiving, I remember traipsing the few hundred yards …
It’s nearly December and I’ve just divested my tomato plants of their final fruits. This is indicative of so many things: stupidly …