I am one proud producer, just home from a great, great evening of storytelling in a wonderful venue. I really wasn’t sure how the evening would go – would anyone come? Would the readers’ stories

I’m writing during the break of my Thursday class, which is mostly a rehearsal for tomorrow night’s readings. These guys are the BEST, folks – wonderful stories, moving, hilarious, true. If you can make it,

Sorry about that – my friend Nicole recorded the book launch talk on my phone, I downloaded to iPhoto and am now trying to upload here in the usual way – but for some reason

I said I wouldn’t reprint compliments on the book any more, but please allow me a few more – they’re so beautiful. And this too shall pass, of course – the world moves on, and

Will I ever have another day like this, with floods of effusive emails pouring in? My inbox is overflowing right now. I gather that the 90 or so people there had a good time and

It’s 9 a.m. on a beautiful Tuesday morning, and I’m in a daze. There was a party last night, and it was good. That much I know. This morning I have to borrow my neighbour’s

Great is the excitement in these here parts: there’s a party tonight. And there’s a problem, which is that a huge percentage of my favourite people in the universe will be gathered, and I won’t

My daughter, a certified lunatic, wants to feed the world. When I arrived at Eli’s birthday party, there were at least 14 children under the age of 12 rampaging through a sprinkler in the backyard,