A few weeks ago, Aura was playing with Play Doh at her little Ikea table when I announced it was time to tidy up and get ready for dinner. As she began to mash the clay back into its cans, I heard her muttering to herself. “Ugh!” she hissed from under her table, where she had gone…
Today I shall share a dirty little secret with you. Okay, so it’s not really a secret, per se. And it might not be very dirty. Or even mildly shady. Oh, FORGET IT. I don’t know what you people expect from me, anyway. I mean, the bulk of this blog so far has been dedicated to ramblings on…
A short while ago, Aura and I were having lunch at McDonald’s, enjoying the view from our usual table overlooking the drive-thru. We prefer this table because it allows us to take bets on which drivers will shove french fries in their mouths by the time they pass us. This is a satisfyingly self-righteous game I…
(So much better than One-Third-Life Crisis.) As if that whole reminder of impending death wasn’t enough, the towering stack of evidence that thirties is the new twenties decrepit is beginning to unnerve me. I present three pieces of ultimately damning proof. 1. The Alumni Interview This weekend I conducted my first alum interview. The entire time I was…