I've been on a bit of a Stephen Sondheim kick lately, maybe because of his longtime connection with Anthony Perkins, one of my perennial...

Can't say just what started this, but maybe it was my daughter-in-law saying, "By the way, I sent away for the Sea Monkeys." ...

Actual conversation, recently overheard at a party . (Her) So they're saying, you know, he's (blblblb) (Him) He's bi- whut? You ...

So You Want To Be A Writer if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out o...

Right. This is one of those mornings that I wish I could make disappear. The weather around here has been putrid, unrelentingly cold and wet...

Yeah, but the bike has training wheels!

Get one thing straight, people. I never watch Dancing with the Stars . It's just too cheesy and spangly and phony. OK, I did watch Kate...

Ola, Wil-burrrrr!

There's a story behind this song. I posted the lyrics yesterday because I think they're stunning: Stephen Sondheim mixes cliches wit...

I remember sky -- It was blue as ink. Or at least I think I remember sky I remember snow -- Soft as feathers Sharp as thumbtacks Coming dow...

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done th...

Perhaps I should explain. Almost every author wants their novel made into a movie. It stands to reason. That way, you might earn more than t...

(Let's call this Edgar Guest in quasi-Norwegian. This is a sample of dialect poetry...

THE "LUMBERYACK" "Roll out!" yell cookee "It ban morning," say he, "It ban daylight in svamps, all yu guy...

The other day a line from a poem came into my head, something about "peanut shells". It rattled around in there until I realized i...

SONNET ON STEWED PRUNES Ay ant lak pie-plant pie so wery vell; Ven ay skol eat ice-cream my yaws du ache; Ay ant muc...

For some reason I'm thinking about an old rock'n'roll song: I first heard Herman's Hermits do it (not that I remember them...