The past couple of weeks, I’ve been mostly MIA from this site, at first because Jean, Sasha and I were in Taiwan visiting Jean’s family, and then because I was wandering around Indonesia on my own. Now, however, we’re all back together in Brooklyn—and with a few new additions to the household. That is, we …
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In my post last week about whether I should go to the murder-rich city of Juarez or not, I took pains to point out that I am not a war correspondent by any definition. One way you can tell this about me is that I write lengthy blogposts about whether or not I should go …
“I couldn’t discipline him, because he wasn’t acting up. He was drunk.” That from the mother of little Niko van Heest, a 15-month-old who was allegedly served sangria at Olive Garden this week, just days after a Michigan toddler actually got quite shitfaced when Applebee’s served him margarita instead of apple juice. Little margarita-man’s family is …
My brother and his wife live in St. Paul, Minnesota, with their two daughters (which I suppose if Nathan is to have is way, makes them my nieces). Neither one of us is a mutli-millionaire (yet), so we don’t often have the time and the money to get together, but we both try to make …
