Category Archives: Why I Do What I Do

In Which the Prof Drives, Reads, and Drives Some More

Today is something of an odd day, Gradeapaloozically speaking. My two upper-level classes had take-home finals today, and I’m grading them as they trickle into my e-mail. Tomorrow at noon, my last class of Freshpeeps will take their final, and … Continue reading

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Weekend Potpourri: A Man of His Times Edition

Sorry for the radio silence, but I’ve been making my way through Gradeapalooza, and I’m about at the halfway mark. However, I figured I’d treat this as the eye of the hurricane and say a few words in a moment … Continue reading

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Mini-Potpourri: Tuesday Point of View Edition

Getting ready to take the Spawn for a flu shot in a little bit, but in the meantime… *** Crime writer S.W. Lauden (whose Bad Citizen Corporation is worth your time) did an e-mail interview with me last week, and it … Continue reading

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Bouchercon, Day the Last (And the Fates Laughed)

On Sunday morning, I woke up alone. This wouldn’t be worthy of remark, except (What a twist!) I hadn’t done that earlier in the week. Mrs. M accompanied me from Wednesday until Saturday, but the Spawn didn’t want me to … Continue reading

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Bouchercon, Day Zero (In Which the Prof Vandalizes Someone’s Inventory)

I flew into Toronto today, and boy, are my arms tired. No, wait. My arms really are tired, but it’s because I had to get up at 3:30 to get to Real City in time to star in Security Theater … Continue reading

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Finally Playing with a Full Deck?

At 4:57 this morning (3:57 Nashville time), I turned 52. I’m actually holding off on the celebration until this weekend, but I’ve been touched by the best wishes I’ve received from hundreds of people, in person or via social media. … Continue reading

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In Which the Prof Becomes Uncomfortably Aware that He Has a Birthday in 20 Days

I’m 51 years old. Barring something unexpected, I will soon be 52. Unlike the Mad Dog, who loathes the thought of aging, I share my mom’s opinion that getting older beats the alternative. Still, events over the past two days … Continue reading

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