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.”
Young family member calmly removes smoking pan from stove, carries it outside to porch…story really kinda tells itself.