One Across: A Cruciverbalist’s Delight

Here’s an indelible memory from childhood: my maternal grandmother parked at her white formica kitchen table, ballpoint pen in hand, working the New York Times Sunday crossword. A few other salient details: the pale teabag from her first cup of watery...

One Small Step for a Man, but It’s a Doozie

Perhaps you were among the eight million people on the Internet who watched Austrian adventurer Felix Baumgartener skydive from the edge of space last week. I certainly was. I tuned in early, when Felix’s shiny capsule, dangling below a gossamer balloon the size...

About that Nuclear Reactor in Your Bedroom…

In the interest of public safety, I’m going to skip to the punchline: check your smoke detectors. Not later, not after dinner or the game, but right now. Poke the button with a broomstick; endure the ear-splitting alarm; change the batteries, if necessary; or...

Start Flossing Better, or We Will Bury You!

Twice a year, I ease myself into a peppermint-fresh recliner, wriggle reluctantly up to the headrest, and expose my shame to my favorite recovering socialist. Her name is Tatiana, and she’s every bit as fierce as you’d expect of a dental hygienist who grew...

The Green Heron Strikes Again!

It was the kind of fall day that sits just outside the open window, taunting you with crisp air and cool sunshine. The wind-whipped corner of a curtain beckons, whispering, “Step away from the keyboard and live a little, moron!” I pushed back from my...

The Heart of a Teaching Impulse

The lady behind the counter at Butcher’s Farm Market in Newport was multi-tasking. Phone tucked behind her ear, she was ringing up the customer in front of me, an elderly shopper with perfectly coiffed white hair, all the while carrying on an animated...