And One More Thing…

I’ve been complaining a lot about feeling creatively ‘wiped out’—that is, having no energy or ambition to make something. It felt like everything was going to the son, the wife, the house, the garden. I know: completely self-indulgent. It was a feeling, and feelings have a reality-distorting gravitational pull that can be difficult to escape,


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The Pregnant Widow – A Review

The Pregnant Widow by Martin Amis My rating: 4 of 5 stars I can seen why some reviewers had a problem with this book. It’s talky, and there doesn’t seem to be much going on. But that’s also kind of what I loved about it. It was just what the doctor ordered for the start


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Bunny Butterflies

So, the other night, we were reading one of my favorite picture books, Bats at the Library, and Sean points to the picture of the bats and says, “Bunny! Bunny butterfly!” Cuteness meter asplode.


New Military Spouse Magazine Column

My newest article is live on Milspouse.com. “Get in Shape (Without Hating It)” features words of wisdom from John Avelis on how he’s managed to stick with his program.


Daddying

Well, what has been going on? For one thing, I find myself answering the following question a lot, lately: “What’s that, Daddy?” “Daddy, what’s that?” But a lot of other stuff has been going on, too. Like potty training. And getting used to Danielle being on sea duty, again. And putting Sean back in bed—over


Madame Bovary: a Review

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert My rating: 4 of 5 stars What could I possibly say about Madame Bovary that hasn’t been said? It’s a classic. As the preface of my edition puts it, it’s the ‘first sex and shopping novel.’ Gustave takes his time pulling you into the story, but by 150 pages in


“I Love It”; or, Kids Say the Darnedest Things

Some weeks ago I left the patio umbrella open in a storm. I awoke the next morning to find it quite broken—broken so that no amount of duct tape would fix it. And yes, I tried. The next week, Danielle was gone, so I told Sean one morning that we were going to buy a