Family
The Umbrella
Back around the time Lena and I were first married, she worked for a guy named Mike, who owned a magazine. Mike wasn’t a bad guy …well, okay. Mike was a bad…
Read MoreDownstairs
Two weeks ago I fell down the stairs. Loudly. Dramatically. With just bucketloads of cursing. Our laundry machines are in the basement. (Why we have a basement in Florida next to a…
Read MoreGambini the Great
As long-time readers are aware, Lena, like the French in general, loves Little House on the Prairie. While it may at one point in history have been considered a “good”…
Read MoreNo, You Are NOT the Asshole
Lena and I climbed out of the car in the restaurant parking lot. “Take a look at this.” I indicated the car parked across two spaces right next to us.…
Read MoreHow to Make a Successful Human, the Jackassiest Way Possible
THIS IS WHAT it has all been building toward, the culmination of seven years and five novels telling the story of foulmouthed Keane and level-headed Sarah, our very own Misplaced…
Read MoreWhat to do with a Handful of Stress
“How bad does it hurt? One to ten.” I hate turning abstract concepts into other, unrelated abstract concepts. “I don’t know. What number is between screaming and fainting?” “Eight.” “Huh.”…
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I wanted a vacation for myself, Lena, my younger brother BJ, and sister Kristy, so when a neighbor offered the use of his North Carolina mountain cabin for a week,…
Read MoreFoul-Mouthed Redemption
This will be difficult for some people to understand, but in my family, I was frequently the target of derision because I was considered soft and naïve. I was never…
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