Scott's Blog
I’ve done it. I cracked four eggs with one hand. Not a single yolk broke. Not a single shell fell. With my years-long odyssey complete, I celebrated by washing my hands.
During a nice meal out, I tried not to look over at the kids who kept crying and fussing.
There were two little ones — “new models,” I call them — who competed to make the most noise possible.
I don’t...
My dog has no idea what’s happening in Texas or Ukraine. When she stretches out on the floor, she really stretches out. She’s so self indulgent.
Even when I was disconnected from electronic media, I wasn’t completely free because I had to be home when the streetlights came on.