What Almost Made Me Cry Today: Swine-Flu Edition

This morning, as I was lying in bed, Sasha came toddling along the floor toward me. As I reached out my hand to rub her head, Jean suddenly cut in: “Don’t do that—you’re sick!” Yes, it’s true: I have the flu, though whether it’s the porcine variety or some other vengeful animal’s, I don’t know. …

My Most Favorite Nightmare

Because I have too much free time, and because my imagination tends to work in the weirdest of ways, I often dream up nightmare scenarios involving myself and my daughter. The most common one goes thus: My wife and I somehow die silently in our apartment, but Sasha survives—at least for a few days, during …