The Return of Puzzle Claus

The Return of Puzzle Claus

Last night, we heard the clippity-clopping of Morse code on the rooftops, which could only mean one thing: Puzzle Claus was making his rounds again, delivering presents to the world’s cleverest boys and girls. Feedback from last year’s inaugural visit from...
A Million Little Suicides

A Million Little Suicides

Part Two in my unintended series on Health Class Remembrances will likely be the end of it, because i really only remember three or four health classes. One was our sex ed class in fifth grade, in which a nice old public health nurse coaxed slang words for genitalia...
What’s Somato You?

What’s Somato You?

Every day, i pick up my daughters from school, and we sometimes hang around the schoolyard to play. This past week, i sat at a picnic table while the junior boys’ softball team warmed up, and i was triggered by the team’s coach. No, it wasn’t a rape...
Small Wonder Son Gets a Whoopin’

Small Wonder Son Gets a Whoopin’

Quick: what do you picture when you think of the word “culture”? What immediately springs to my mind is some sort of brightly-patterned sarong worn by a woman who’s about to cook something delicious that i’ve never heard of. Maybe you picture...
Carmen Chameleon

Carmen Chameleon

Nostalgia is a strange thing. We tend to remember the gist of something rather than the thing itself, and we wind up with a hazy impressionistic view that’s connected more to the emotions we had while experiencing the thing. Mention Where in the World is Carmen...