Author Archives: Andrew Roe

A little technology is a dangerous thing. See what I mean?

The ratio of recent postings definitely favors the familial over theliterary — not surprising, given that I have an energetic, challenging and scary-smart three-and-a-half-year-old son and ten-month-old twins. But today there’s some writing news to report: I have a new … Continue reading →

“Oh no! My basketball hoop got rain-ed on!” “That’s okay, Ethan. It’s plastic. It won’t rust.” “Grapes don’t rust.” “That’s true.” “Faces don’t rust.” “That’s true too.”

Yesterday morning, on the drive to school, listening to Devo’s “Uncontrollable Urges”… Ethan: “I think they’re singing about puppets.”

One of Ethan’s Christmas presents included a set of pretend play food — everything from plastic ears of corn to grapes to French fries to a box of Hamburger Helper. And olive oil. This morning we were playing: “Daddy, I … Continue reading →