My dear friend Brian Meredith thought perhaps we could amuse ourselves imagining being ponied up with our favorite author in their favorite pub. Here is a collection of pubs that have lubricated some of the best literature in history. http://www.salon.com/life/feature/2011/01/09/literary_watering_holes And here is one I’d like to add to the list, “Pop” on Unterestrasse, in […]
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Yes, it’s true. This week the story is entirely autobiographical. Wuss and I are like twins seperated at birth, except those few key major differences. He is 13, I am 24. He is furry, I am (god be praised) not. But we are two peas in a pod he and I. And I would like […]
So this week, it was not the boys fault they’re late. It is most definately mine. Currently I am sitting out in the sticks near Tullow an hour or so south of Dublin, surrounded by the Irish family. Apparently (and this is worrying) I have developed a severe twang in my accent already and I’ve […]
We are free to throw another log on the fire this year and watch the snow fall(or watch the surf roll in three blocks from here) because of the selflessness of our veterans. One such veteran, Sergio Santos, attended our recent writer’s workshop with Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Jonathan Freedman. While on break, Sergio told […]
This was a question I asked my three children-Morgan, Tamara, and Tesse, to ponder when I dropped them off at the movies about twelve years ago… Christmas is the time more than ever when families express their commitment and love to one another, but in our culture, we have had to adapt to the fact […]
He just will not learn. You’ll see next year- he’ll end up doing the exact same thing…
It’s good to see a little drama in every day situations. Or at least, that’s how Wuss and I see it….
Good ol’ Wuss. He may struggle to enjoy the snow and ice and cold which dominates our Christmas time, but he certainly knows how to get in to the spirit. Of course, he probably isn’t the best at always showing it, but then who is. He didn’t learn that from the wind…
The Perils of snow! Yes, it’s true. I hate snow. I hate snow on paths, on roads, in carparks. But not on Christmas cards. That is the only place snow belongs. Not in Melton Mowbray in bloody November. Bah Humbug.
Fair is fair. So many of you have revealed the most intimate details of your childhood, that I owe you the same. Besides, by entering the contest, I stand a good chance of winning the trophy myself (I sleep with the judge). Mickey looks great in HQ, and I could use a couple of rolls […]
Counting your blessings today? I am. Here I am at Catalina Island with a turkey that did not receive a Presidential pardon. ( I’m the one with the beard. Disregard the title of the novel which has been renamed Almost Avalon and will be in print this spring.) I was twenty one, living alone on […]