Part of getting older is suddenly finding oneself thrilled by practical Christmas gifts. Yes, I’m aware it’s nearly the end of February: hang in there; all will be revealed. I asked my folks for money for new winter boots this Christmas because I was stone soup broke due to the then-recent financial crisis. The boots…
Category: Bah!
The Scary Maze Game
Working with teenagers has many advantages. For one, I know what all the “hip” music is for a given week purely based on what songs I hear being belted into combs, pencil cases, and lacrosse sticks in the hallway. Next, I am well aware what painfully young celebrities I otherwise wouldn’t give a rip about…
Blue Speckled Pup 