My Son, the Playwright
My son is eleven. He wrote a play. I’d like to share it with you here. The Magic Potato by Aaron Original draft Criminal: Finally! I have the magic potato and its power. No one can stop me! Potato: Hey, … Continue reading
My son is eleven. He wrote a play. I’d like to share it with you here. The Magic Potato by Aaron Original draft Criminal: Finally! I have the magic potato and its power. No one can stop me! Potato: Hey, … Continue reading
This is probably common knowledge, but I’m writing this down here for my own benefit as much as anyone else. And maybe there’s a better way to do this, but this is what I’m doing. We’ve been sort of hit … Continue reading
She landed, tucked into a sort of roll, and settled face down on the golf course. Yep. I’ve killed my wife. No wait. As I got the cart stopped and ran over to her I could see she was convulsing. Continue reading
First, the response and all the compliments have just blown me away. Thank you all so much. Second, my wife was a huge part of this. I couldn’t (wouldn’t) have done this without her help. I wanted to mention that … Continue reading
I really need to learn to think through these ideas I have before committing to them. Last year I had this built-in bookcase idea that I was going to knock together in a few weekends. The year before I was … Continue reading