One of my earliest memories is standing by my kindergarten classroom door too embarrassed to join the costume parade outside because I just realized that my homemade kangaroo costume’s pouch means that I’m dressed as a girl. Read More
I have a tendency to think about my early childhood the way I think about the French and Indian War.
I’m vaguely aware that it happened and can identify the main talking points but I don’t have the context necessary to speak intelligently on the matter. Read More
Why are we buying a house made for entertaining when we’re no longer inviting people over?
It’s an affirmation that things will get better. Read More
“Do your research” is to online arguments as “you’re not my father” is to arguments with stepdads.
Both expressions seek to immediately end disagreements by referencing absent authorities that usually don’t hold up to scrutiny and may never be seen again. Read More
I resent having any emotions whatsoever.
Sure, I understand that emotions create all meaning and purpose in life, but I just feel put upon by them. Read More
One of the most surprising things about middle age is my love for summer concerts on the green.
For those of you who didn’t grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting, concerts on the green are free family-friendly music shows put on by suburban towns once a week in the summer (weather permitting). Read More
Welcome to my staged home, make an offer and it could be yours. Will simply meeting the list price be enough? Make the offer legally binding and find out!
All-cash offers are preferred but any will be entertained. Assuming pre-approval for mortgages, of course. We are civilized, after all. Read More
Society needs to revisit its entire relationship with sleep to address the systemic bias favoring early birds. Read More
Libraries provide a fellowship with humanity that transcends time and taste.
Kim Kardashian shares shelf space with Aristotle; David Spade sits (alphabetically) next to Steven Spielberg. Read More
Since moving into our current house five years ago, my wife Jenny and I agreed to never again live in a home without central air conditioning.
Connecticut has a peculiar aversion to central air conditioning. Most of our public schools still don’t even have central air because our local governments are run by seventy-year-olds who microwave their ice cream to take the chill out. Read More