Culture Clash

“Aloha!” the barista in the garish Hawaiian shirt yelled from under the kind of headset I usually associate with greasy burgers, not tropical breezes. “OK,” I said, my voice swallowed by très tiki hut décor. This newish coffee shack had been...

Heal Thyself

“Oh my God!” Hearing my wife Lala yell from the bathroom, I tore back there expecting to view an item off our slight tragedies menu: spilled bathroom cleanser, an unsightly and never previously spotted mole, poor commode aim from one of the male members of...

There Will Be Blood

One of the ways that my father shows affection during our visits with him in Florida is through sandwich making. Each morning before we leave him for the beach, my dad happily takes orders (as long as I write them down) and expertly slathers mayo on wheat or mustard...

Guys and Dolls

I was lying on my couch watching The Darjeeling Limited, a movie whose virtues only include the extensive use of the color yellow, when London padded in in a padded Hulk costume. His face was as long as his hair, which brushed the top of his green shoulder pads. I...

Schooled

I’m a teacher so naturally I want my kids to enjoy school. I’m happy to say that except for a few minor incidents, both my children have not needed bubble gum bribes or threats of stints in the hole to get them to class on time. Poppy is in her last year of elementary...