In what would have been a smoky irony I once nearly burned my house down with this bad boy while fighting a barn fire. Details in Chapter Six of “Truck: A Love Story.” Epic small-town fire department moment when the guy running tanker shuttles swings by your house, gains egress through your unlocked back door,…View post
That moment when you’re reading one of your essays live for the very first time–before a convention center full of librarians, no less–and you realize although you know what it means you have no idea how to pronounce “paean.” And then, in looking it up, realize you misspelled it in the first place.
Nothing like automatic voicemail transcription to get your hopes up.
An entire chapter in this book is based on my absent-mindedness (the one about forgetting the van has become a favorite at parties) as it relates to the 16th-century French philosopher Montaigne. Were he alive today, I’d love to tell him this one: Yesterday I stood in front of our Post Office box and became…View post
Posted this on Twitter yesterday as evidence of my own idiocy (as if). Late last night I figured it out. Twitter guesses included “hummus” and “lemurs.” Both of those far more exciting than what it turned out to be: “heaviness.”