Mouths of Babes

Children, especially our own, seem especially competent at guilelessly pointing out our flaws and insecurities. “From the mouths of babes,” is, after all, a proverb for a reason. For a few months not long ago, my four-year-old took to drawing portrait after portrait of her loved ones—stick-figured, crazy-haired, one giant black eye staring right at… Continue reading Mouths of Babes

Fat Breath

I have logged in to MyFitnessPal for 50 days straight. For 50 days, I have diligently entered every morsel of food that has entered my mouth, including my 10-calorie, submarine-sized Omega 3 pill—a regrettable 500 calories of fish oil that I have consumed over the course of this MyFitnessPal journey instead of a giant, fluffy… Continue reading Fat Breath

Sorry, Bob Costas

When I was in my mid-20s, I had the good fortune to live in Sydney, Australia during the 2000 Summer Olympics. I was also lucky to snag a job working for NBC on their coverage of the Games. I wasn’t doing anything spectacular, just logging tape mostly.  The job did, however, afford me press credentials… Continue reading Sorry, Bob Costas