From the bright sunlight that glowed through my closed eyelids, it was a beautiful morning. But I couldn’t get up and face another day of this unending monotony. I pulled the pillow over my face, and yearned for sleep to deliver me. An hour later, I’d given up. I made the bed, decided it wasn’t…
Author of columnists’ bible says Meat and Potatoes of Life ‘blends belly-shaking laughs with poignancy’
A decade ago, after a humor essay I wrote on marriage somehow got published in the Washington Post, I thought, very naively, “Hey, maybe I could be a newspaper columnist!” This flash of ignorant brilliance was not deterred by the realization that I had no idea what being a newspaper columnist entailed. I was published…