Monthly Archives: November 2009

What I am about to tell you is a story that could begin with any number of canine puns: Every dog has its day. It’s a dog’s life. Here’s a pup that was dog tired. The one thing it is … Continue reading →

Over the years I have shamelessly filled this space the Sunday before Thanksgiving with tales of my mother’s inadvertent culinary sadism. The worst offense was her broccoli mold, a Thanksgiving tradition on our family’s holiday tables that bore an uncanny … Continue reading →

Recently, someone sent me an Internet link to photos of cats wearing Lady Gaga wigs. I can’t think of a better way to give my cats a good reason to kill me. My family has four cats and they are … Continue reading →

If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, then the way to a woman’s may be through the toilet. That sounds bad. Let me try again. If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, … Continue reading →

Led by activist and writer Bill McKibben last Saturday, people around the world, including me, spent a part of our day focused on the number 350. The goal was to raise awareness of our belief that we have to act … Continue reading →