Lily walked down the street and couldn’t decide if she liked the day or not.  It was windy, and that part was refreshing, she supposed, but she was often forced to pause in the mid[...]

In honor of the week after Thanksgiving and the inevitable march toward the New Year, plus a combination of tryptophan, child-rearing and book-writing-related fatigue that has sapp[...]

Dear Joel McHale, This is a note of apology. Several years ago, I went to Hollywood to make a TV show based on journals I’d written while employed as the twelfth man for the Phoeni[...]

Thanksgiving has me thinking about hometowns, mostly because you can’t meander into any conversation that happens the week leading up to Thanksgiving without being asked, “Are you [...]

As Thanksgiving approaches, extended families across the country will participate in the Thanksgiving tradition of discussing what they are thankful for.  As the attention proceeds[...]

I’ve tried cleanses before.  I mean, sort of.  This was back in the heralded days of the Master Cleanse – a ten-day, masochistic, starvation-fest consisting of glorified, cayenne-s[...]

I am back after Paul Shirley suspended me for donating to Adam Duritz’s seemingly never-ending campaign to become the “Rain King.”  I tried to get Sarah Palin to talk to Paul and h[...]

(Noted Tom Dinard biographer Pony Marmon here unearths and for the first time shares with the literary world one of Dinard’s many pieces submitted to — and rejected by —[...]

What online dating lacks in social acceptance and general coolness, it makes up for in unintentional comedy and opportunities for ridicule.  Today, I take a look at the profile of [...]

In an e-mail exchange between my friend Elizabeth and I, she recited a quote from her workshop professor, the poet Maxine Kumin:  “when you publish something, you give it to the ag[...]