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In the early 90s, when I was working at the U.S. General Accounting Office, I sometimes brought a bag lunch from home and took it down to th...

After my last post , in which I tsk-tsk-ed the appropriateness of Lady Gaga's videos for her tween/Nick Kids' Choice fans, and I had...

Last week, while casting her votes online for the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards, my daughter chose "Papparazzi" by Lady Gaga...

In a post last February, "On getting free HBO for a month," I described the HBO program "Real Sex" and made the startlin...

So, I became a reporter for a daily newspaper in North Carolina in the mid-1980s, before there were cell phones, digital cameras, high-spee...

I’d like to say that the reason I became a reporter at a daily newspaper in North Carolina was because I had a burning desire to investigate...

Right away I'm going to tell you that this is a garbage post that you probably shouldn't read. It is the first and probably only pos...

As mentioned in a previous post ( The writer, reading/listening ), almost since our kids were old enough to understand one sentence followin...

Lucky is the person who can write a short story while listening to the Rolling Stones or a Bach fugue. Or who, like my spouse, can write at ...

The day I met Gary Larson, I ended up wiping cream pie off his face. Larson had come for a book-signing at the Bookseller in Coeur d'A...