“So familiar are eggs to us that in the eighteenth century they were referred to as cackling farts, on the basis that chickens cackled all the time and eggs came out of the back of them.”
A Day's Jaunt Through the Lost Words of the English Language
By this sixth day of 2018, you’re undoubtedly on your way to proving the axiom that New Year’s resolutions unfailingly fail.
I’ve discovered a Rutgers University professor of philosophy who has an intriguing explanation of the reason, and what to do about it.Read more
In British Commonwealth countries, Boxing Day is what you make of it, from retail sales to polar swimming to sports competitions.
Our family tradition was molded back in 1988 with two-pound lobsters and too, too many vodka shooters. (That’s my late wife hoisting the Absolut and listing to starboard in the photo above.)
We had so much fun that day that we pledged to commemorate it annually. Ever since then our little nuclear family has tried to always be together on Boxing Day. With Jo Anne’s passing, we still gather over steamed lobsters to toast her memory with too, too many vodka shooters—just as she would want us to.
This year was no exception, except . . .Read more
In the early hours of Monday, December 18, Alex Dog Schmitt died of complications from a brain tumor. He had lived with my daughter, Wendy, and her three sons to the ripe old age of ten years, well beyond the seven-year life expectancy of the Boxer breed.
In his death, he taught all of us something.Read more
One of the sales rallies I wrote for IBM many years ago had as its theme “The Power of One.”
At the time, I had no idea what that meant. So I wrote the usual corporate fluff.
But now I understand the power of one. It comes down to this . . .Read more
This just in . . .
My new book did not make the “100 Notable Books of 2017” list that will be published tomorrow in The New York Times.
In a way, I’m glad. Because some of the non-fiction books that made the list leave me scratching my head.Read more
As I prepare to gather with friends later today, I can’t help thinking about past Thanksgivings with those dear to me who have passed on.
I am thankful that I am here to remember them, because the Jewish people say the deceased live on as long as they are remembered.Read more
My blog post today is a shameless, undisguised supplication for birthday salutations on Tuesday, October 17, when I mark “A Big One.”
Your well-wishes for the occasion may take any form you wish: phone calls, texts, emails, Facebook postings, UPS or FedEx deliveries.
Floral arrangements, gourmet food baskets, and show tickets are always appropriate. No puppies or kittens, please.
All I’m after is adulation.Read more
In the shortening days of Cape Cod October, the only birds I hear are blue jays and crows. Their screeching adds to the depressing prospect of approaching winter. But the calls of the jays also brings me back to summer days at my grandmother’s house.Read more
I had the rare privilege this week of having both a book and a poem published on the same day.Read more