Getting in Touch with Your Inner Genghis

In my line of work, there isn’t a whole lot of what you could call “management.” According to my tax return, I’m a self-employed writer. I don’t really have a boss, nor do I have employees. Shana, on the other hand, has lots of bosses and...

An Elimination Chamber Match, Washington-style

Things were a lot simpler when I was a kid. Politics, for example. More to the point, professional wrestling. If you happened to tune into the World Wrestling Federation on a Saturday morning, you pretty much knew what to expect. There’d be a good guy and a bad...

Going it Alone Isn’t What it Used to Be

A blizzard is a fine refresher course in self-reliance. When the sky is raging with apocalyptic snow and the governor announces that it’s illegal to drive, the sensible citizen says, “Hm, maybe I should stay in today.” Case in point, the recent...

At Home by Ourselves, the Day Being Dreadfully Bad

By the time you read this, the great snow event of 2010 — the “Snowpocalypse,” “Snowmaggedon,” “Snowbama,” “Snowtorious B.I.G.,” etc., and the blizzard that followed three days later — will be fading from...

The Do-It-Yourselfer’s Guide to Snowshoes

Our first winter on St. Peter’s Church Road brought with it a doozy of a snowstorm. Everything was quiet, heavy, and bright. The old mower shed looked like it was staggering under the weight of its roof. The pond was a moonscape of ice, snow, and dark melt...

It’s Very Realistic, But Does it Have Bad Breath?

Apparently, we have a new dog in the house. The other day, our daughter Nina announced that she’d adopted a pug named Victoria. Oh, really? I asked. Yes, she said, Victoria’s been living with us for weeks. This was news to me. Granted, I’m not the...