I’ll never forget my first expletive. It’s such a fond memory that I’ve even thought of framing it. But how frame a four-letter word? Especially when it begins with S, making it the dirtiest word of my childhood ...

Two businessmen in a small restaurant. “Isn’t our waitress fantastic?” “Yes, she’s good.” “I think I’ll leave her a nice big tip.” “No need to,” says the other. Businessmen never forget the value of money. “The ...

All my friends write. Great. All my friends love to write. Fantastic. Even I don’t dislike writing, though I no longer do it. Ah, to write! To write words. To write things. To write the world. The world inside us. And the world ...

I turned 50 two weeks ago. Time to make new promises. And one of the promises I made myself was: no more mistakes! The next day, of course I made a terrible mistake: I went to buy shoes and, finding them a size too small, I bought them ...