I Live A Sensible Life. You Know,

Every Writer Knows That Unless You Were Born Gifted With Either Supreme Confidence Or Outsize Ego, Handing In Your Work Holds, In Some Cases, Admitted Terror. If That's Too Strong, At Least Fairly High Anxiety.

To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday Time A Nightmare Is To Understate.

I Have A Long List Of Things That Make Me Mad.

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'

There Are Online Forms You Can Fill Out To Send To Your Lawmakers, Demanding That Nothing - Nothing At All Or In Any Way - Be Done About Any Guns Whatever, Anywhere.