Recently, I attended the annual cotillion dinner for eighth graders. Every year I have a standing gig teaching a three-hour tutorial dinner on how not to eat like a monkey. Here in southern USA, cotillion in a social rite of passage.  It’s an opportunity for young ladies and gentlemen in middle school to learn […]

“… that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.” Samuel Coleridge. Everyone has their strengths. For my kid #4 it’s her ability to remember obscure details. I pay her five dollars an hour to listen to me read my stories. She somehow lays her six-foot body on the floor of my […]