Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
While a snow day means you don’t have to deal with other people’s asshole kids, it means you have to deal with your own.
At ’90s night, we dance, we sing, we puke. We search for our former selves.
I’ve never been much of a Halloween guy. It’s probably because the street I grew up on wasn’t very conducive to trick or treating. There aren’t sidewalks, and the houses are pretty far apart, so it would’ve taken four hours to get down the street on my little legs. So each year, my mom would …
There’s this game I play with my students on the first day of school, where I ask them near the end of the class to write down something they think they know about me. It’s a task I assign for several purposes, most of which are self-serving. I want to take my students’ temperature, see …
Author’s note: This is Part II of a three-part essay. For context, it’s best to read Part I first. Unless you’re into that whole medias res thing; in which case, knock yourself out. THE RECOVERY DAY – Friday, 8 a.m. One of the smartest things Jen did when creating the wedding’s itinerary was to insert …
Dispatches from a Small Wedding I’m finally at the point in my life where this whole wedding thing is starting to taper off. It was fast and furious there for awhile, an intense and fund-depleting run into my early 30s. It felt like every weekend I’d be driving to Philly or the Eastern Shore in …
ADDENDUM: A day after publishing this story, I was contacted by a commander of the Fairfax County Police Department. The friendly commander, it seems, received a call from a concerned citizen regarding the alleged animal abuse mentioned in my story and was duty-bound to investigate. So, in the interest of quelling all concern, I’m happy …
This is part of my wife’s Valentine’s Day present. I’ve subjected her to my stories for the last five years, often making her drop whatever she’s doing to hear a new draft. She patiently relents, seeing how excited I am to share my new creation. When I get to a sentence I know contains a …
I Don't Belong Here. 