Cheating today: this post originally went a few Augusts ago, but I'm stealing it because I don't have time to write a new one this w...

Here's how stupid-smart I was as a kid: at about the age of five, I remember finding a little package of silica gel beads. I figured ...

I've been reminiscing on tech gone by lately, since I'm kind of sort of in the research stages for a new laptop. I was one of the fi...

No, I'm not talking about antacid. I'm talking about that most glorious of all summer kid activities: burning holes in stuff with a ...

1. How do people travel all the time and still manage a normal life? I went on one five day trip from June 27th to July 2nd, and I'm *s...

Apropos of nothing, this is Tamino, my conveniently self-packing cat Tomorrow I'll be flying into Milwaukee, Wisconsin to meet up with f...

Forgive me, pen snobs and pencil fans, for I have slummed. In my defense, the Internet has been conspiring against me. First Rhodia Drive...

This is the one and only photo I took: my scribbling and caffeination supplies for a morning of jotting down memories. I spent Feb 27-Mar...

As I've mentioned a time or two, I'm the oldest of eight kids. That's a lot of Halloween costumes to design, a lot of kids to...

Not that I'm setting out to do a series on pesky critters ...but here's another tale. Some of you have heard it before, but I was...

Something of a case in point: a childhood journal entry from the 80s, in which the pencil looks as clear as it did the day it was written, ...

(And if I may state right up front: I have very mixed feelings about using "journal" as a verb...) As mentioned in some prev...

Our alphabet code, entered in a notebook when I was 12. When I was a kid, back in the dark days before Encarta and Wikipedia and all that,...

I sat down and read a bunch of definitions of what a vignette should be, and I think I'm more confused than ever. I'm not sure most...

I'm behind on these things, I think...had a bad cold/flu thing over the weekend that pretty much put me down for the count. For the rec...

My mother had beautiful handwriting.  Even her everyday hand was pretty nice, and when she took her time, she could write just like the ex...

I am lame: no typecast, no pencast, no nuffin.  But there are pictures!  Lots of pictures! The end of last week was rough.  Thursday morni...

A quick and dirty writing exercise inspired by Mike Clemens' latest post, in quickly and dirtily scanned format.

Faced with housework, I procrastinate in every way possible. This weekend, I organized my journals while putting off vacuuming. After my...