November 5, 2009
I tell people that I’m allergic to mint. I used to tell people the simple truth, that I just don’t like mint, except that it turned out not to be so simple. “What? Wait, you mean like mint, like the wonderful, fresh leaf?”
October 14, 2009
Marty couldn’t hear my father. Historically, all the men in my family seem to have a difficult time relating to some children. Nobody has ever quite figured it out, either. Some say it’s the baritone voice, others say it’s because we tend to talk to children like adults, rarely raising the pitch of our voice, [...]