The first piece written for my new “Family Life” column for Reuters is all about kids and food and how far we as parents will go to get something un-fried, un-sweetened and halfway nutritious into the mouths of our picky little tyrants.
The second installment of my new Reuters column involves a celebrity pediatrician and my wife’s boobs. Response has been highly enjoyable, ranging from the dad who took the opportunity to rave about how he can bring his wife to orgasm through nursing to the New Zealand feminist blogger who can’t believe we didn’t get more worked up about our our groovy pediatrician.
Feature on parents’ increasing willingness to come clean about their lowest moments grew out of essay about episode involving my five year old daughter, a bad case of the hiccups and a gorilla head. Story ran in highly abridged form on the Reuter wire.
This column for the L.A. Times’ Calendar section began with an assignment to write about “what I wish I knew about dating when I was single.” I dug deep into my own humiliating record of romance and found a curious parallel with an unhealthy obsession of the moment: the Australian self-help DVD “The Secret.”
Investigative profile of pop genius Mutt Lange, a press-shy knob-twiddler behind chart-toppers as diverse as AC/DC, Tina Turner, the Backstreet Boys and Shania Twain. Good training for my run-in a few years later with another evasive celebrity, Mel Gibson.
Published in January 2002 edition of National Post Magazine in Canada
A reported essay for Sunday Arts & Leisure on how big summer Hollywood movies are now created and marketed to both adults and children. These movies constitute a new kid-adult hybrid that operates on multiple levels, weaving adult themes into kid movies and making the yearning for childhood an explicit theme of adult-targeted films.
Published on page one of Arts & Leisure, May 14, 2006
Written in advance of publication of Rejuvenile (and originally comissioned by GQ magazine), this participatory feature was a ton of fun to report; what if, I wondered, I took a break from my desk-bound theorizing and actually went out and competed against the most dedicated adult players of kidgames like kickball, rock paper scissors, tag, minigolf and a “watergun assassination tournament.”
My pal the righteous Jewess Jill Soloway asked me to write and perform a wee monologue for a special event at Temple Israel of Hollywood, where my kids go to school. It was terrifying and fun to get up and lay out a little Torah interpretation, shaggutz-style…
Monologue delivered at 's Heaping Portion performance series at Temple Israel of Hollywood, October 2006.
My grandmother Betty Lane was a teacher, artist and inspiring tho crotchety character who lived for most of her life in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I wrote this short essay for a 1997 retrospective of her work hosted by the Cape Cod Museum of Fine Arts.
From catalog for retrospective of works by Betty Lane, painter.
The Arianna Huffington profiled here in 1994 bears little resemblance to the progressive doyenne she’s become. I’m just sorry I didn’t question her a little more aggressively about her billionaire husband, who in short order lost his Senate bid, publicly revealed his homosexuality and split with his remarkable wife.