The Worst College Reunion Ever

“You smell like grass.” A few weeks earlier, we had finished The Sound and the Fury at school. I thought it was a clever thing to say. “It’s the grass that smells like grass. You’ll still don’t understand the passage.” Katie rolled over and tugged at my zipper, and I...

Bad Booger Man

I love anecdotes. Notice how I didn’t say “short stories?” I’m talking about vignettes less than 1,000 words. There’s something delicious about the slices of everyday life you’re more likely to hear from a friend over drinks than...

Bad Booger Man

I love anecdotes. Notice how I didn’t say “short stories?” I’m talking about vignettes less than 1,000 words. There’s something delicious about the slices of everyday life you’re more likely to hear from a friend over drinks than from an author in a 350-page thriller....

The Pell Heist

An excerpt from The Pell Heist, my book in progress. Memories of the Channing heist had faded. There were few clues. No trace of the paintings. No insurance and no contact from the thieves. Three weeks after the robbery, the Rhode Island police found the body of a...

The Great Date Night Fiasco

Daughter: “I got it.” Wife: “Let it ring.” Son: “No, dad. Please, don’t.” We were eating dinner at the kitchen table—targets of opportunity. At the time, we were averaging three to four telemarketing calls per night. My family knows I’m a sucker for a good sales...

The Great Date Night Fiasco

Daughter: “I got it.” Wife: “Let it ring.” Son: “No, dad. Please, don’t.” We were eating dinner at the kitchen table-targets of opportunity. At the time, we were averaging three to four telemarketing calls per night. My family...