I’ve got dirt packed under my fingernails. There’s a blister the size of Delaware on my thumb. My face is sunburned in a distinctive raccoon pattern around my sunglasses. I’m walking with slight limp, thanks to the pain in my knee from too much squatting. This happens to me every spring. As soon winter gives…
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…