Many moms now have dad bods. They have seen the light, the joylessness of being toothpicks.
Month: October 2020
Quickly Irish
My Dad's birthday was on Halloween. I think it was a relief.
RIP, Great Pumpkin
Great Pumpkin: To take it away this year, of all years, seems especially wrong.
Spinning Baseballs
The Greeks have a word for all this: Anagnorisis. It's when, in the heat of a moment, a character discovers his true identity.
Hot-Buttered Fun
Like Poe, I raise a glass of ale, filled “with mingled cream and amber,” and toast this cozy little place.
Help! Uber!
As I update the house – perhaps for the last time – I am accumulating home expenses as if they are massive gambling debts.
This Old Couch
When we flipped the old couch to haul it out, it produced $425.25 in loose nickels, 11 socks, a Yanni CD and a lavender brassier
Home Goods
Give me my couch any old time – my spaceship to the moon.
Stop! Thief!
The wall colors are changing. And the dog is stealing Halloween decor. Welcome to October.
The Family Portraitist
They make me wistful, these photos, and I am not a wistful man.