…those who eat to live and those who live to eat. I am the latter, my brother is the former. Is it any wonder our childhood was fraught with tension? One of my most vivid memories as a youngster is of pushing my brother so that he crashed into the sharp-edged radiator with his head. [...]
A brief craigslist courtship required me to write a haiku about a fruit. My creation amuses me to this day, if only as a reminder to research career options beyond Poet Laureate. The kiwi is green Tart, furry and full of seeds Vitamin C, yum.
Karmically speaking, I’m screwed. My mother thought she was raising a purebred monster until I hit the age of three. The tantrums were epic. Family lore tells of a Christmas eve where my raging frustration could be heard all the way across an apartment complex courtyard. According to my father, port in the bottle (just [...]
With only a few mis-clicks and almost no cursing, I managed to follow simple instructions to get a blog started. As a reasonably intelligent child who grew up in the Computer Age (learned to spell my name via blinking green cursors circa 1982 and was entranced by Oregon Trail), one would expect me to have [...]
