Sam Singhaus died last night. Too soon. Too painfully. Unfairly. Sammy wasn’t one to dwell on the pain of life. Joy was his domain. When...

Butch has started school, but not with me. He’s on the other side of town, in something called a temple. So now mom picks me up at...

It’s mid-December on a snowy Saturday, 1970-something, in Madison Wisconsin. My sister Valerie is home from boarding school. She’s...

Teachers. Classrooms. Standardized testing. No child left behind, supposedly. All aspects of a conventional education. But here’s the...

My mom was nearly 4 years old when Mickey Mouse was first presented to the world. Her father, Salvatore Fiore, Americanized to Sam, was...

My next book is a memory piece called Corn. It is inspired by but not entirely faithful to childhood recollections. Consequently, I’ve...

This is being written on Father’s Day, which like the day for mothers, is bittersweet for the childless person whose parents are dead. ...

We all have people in our lives that transcend time. Who they’ve been & who they are manages to live in the same spot in our hearts...

There's a caricature of me that used to be in front of the Comedy Warehouse. In it, I'm playing basketball. When the artist drew it he...

At the risk of being a downer on a comedy blog, the world is kind of in disarray right now. Bad news overwhelms good. Tears and anger...