Sentence of Dave

Yesterday's sentence was a complete fabrication: we weren't out of eggs, I never went to the grocery store, and no toddler licked t...

Yesterday morning, while waiting on line at the grocery store (it's summer vacation-- now when we're out of eggs, I don't settl...

Mayhem in the kiddie pool on Friday: Alex and his friends were racing around playing some violent game, and at one point Alex yelled "...

They had a nice spread of donuts and bagels for us at the year end high school meeting, and among the food was a quiche in a glass dish, so ...

Rolled onto my right testicle while I was sleeping again-- and feeling like you took a knee in the crotch is no way to start the day.

My four year old son's refusal to use worms as bait "because they are good for the soil and they're alive" has made me tak...

Greasetruck 's new song, "The Bear," is an incredible musical accomplishment because not only is it the greatest rock song of ...

Our anniversary day in New York City started well, but then the Mexicans got their revenge on me: we ate at a great Thai place for lunch (P...

I'm finally getting deep into the shit of Denis Johnson's Vietnam novel Tree of Smoke , and along the way I ran across a fantastic s...

Wednesday was not so great for fishing-- we caught one measly sunfish-- but it was a great day for snaking, perhaps because it was sunny but...

Between the boil water advisory (there was some kind of main break) and the Swine flu, Middlesex County is starting to remind me of our days...

Surfwise , a documentary chronicling the gnarly exploits of the Paskowitz family, takes a predictable turn-- Dr. Paskowitz gives up his stra...

You can only fake it so much: on three consecutive days, Catherine has shared the same piece of confidential information with me-- each time...

There goes our platinum credit rating: apparently a 0.0 APR credit card doesn't mean you don't have any payments, there is still a ...

I hate it when I pile seventy copies of Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man onto my wheeled chair so I can roll it down the hall, into t...

The day after Ian's chaotic, rainy birthday party, I got the award for worst neighbor on the block-- but what could I do?-- I had to ret...

Technology has ruined us: on our camping trip, Alex, Ian and I sat and meditatively watched the fire transform from a smoldering pile of wo...

While I was pushing my kids in the stroller, they independently developed the "I Crush Your Head" game-- made infamous by the Kids...

Although my sample size is only two, I'm concluding that (despite the current wisdom) depriving your children of TV and video-games actu...

One thing is for certain: I would make a great detective . . . let me give you an example: on Wednesday, June 10th at 12;55 PM, I walked in...