Archive for the ‘Essays’ Category

Any number of people have commented on the fact that my sister Stacey is the rockin’-est. And I generally respond with my favorite way to describe Stacey: My sister is like a pinata. She’s hard to get open… but there’s candy inside. And why is she hard to get open? Well… we’re Yankees, start with […]

I have entered this essay in The Great Experiment! I know, I know… it’s long, even for my loghorrific standards. But I think it goes somewhere interesting, if you’ve got the time to go along too. If you like it, please click over to The Girl Who and vote for me — there’s $175 on […]

A note to Flamby’s many fans: I am consistently surprised and pleased that this post is so popular — its very rewarding to see how many hits it gets. I should state right up front that I do NOT have the rights to Flamby’s portrait at the bottom — so if you’re copying this for […]

\ +++++++ Hey! Steve Perry! Yeah, I’m talking to YOU, buster. Listen, I’ve been doing some checking and you seem like a good egg: Warm… Goofy… And from my own “I’m married, not dead” perspective, nummy like massa sovada! Crinkles! The eyes of a man who knows how to laugh! I’ll assume you’re also a […]

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A very few times in my life, someone has said something actually useful to me. When I was in my mid-20s (yes, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth…) my grandmother died. I was sad. She was old, she had been sick most of her life, it wasn’t a surprise… but I was still sad, and […]

I found a post that suggested declaring “Don’t Stop Believin’” our new national anthem. Now, I don’t have anything in particular against Don’t Stop Believin’ (except for the fact that I’m sick to death of it, thank you Sopranos and White Sox and Glee and Rock of Ages…) but I’m a little confused about the […]

I wrote this for my sister’s blog, The Stacey Report (actually, I guess it’s my blog, about her. And cancer. Sounds like fun, no?) It’s a reasonable piece, but I’m not quite hitting the lynchpin idea — I’m talking around the feeling is fact/wrong feeling structure but not quite laying it out. Hmmm… hmm. Comments welcome. | […]

You might be listening to some screaming. Maybe. Some babies don’t do this, some do, no promises either way, but this is just in case you get to listen to the screaming. It is important that you respond to the screaming by comforting your child and attempting to address any need that might be causing […]