Tongue & Groove/Writing Process Blog Tour

ShareAs many of my friends know, after years of beating myself up via music, at my advanced aged, I have decided to change tactics and beat myself up via prose. I know, I know. But Doug, some say, you don’t know the difference between Ian McEwan, Ewan McGreggor and Ian McKellan. And what’s more, your disastrous music career was hilarious. True, and true. But it’s 2014 and...
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In Praise of Shutting Up

Share So here’s why I hate the internet. And people. I hate people right now too. You’ve all read about the woman who worked at McDonald’s who sent her 9 y.o. daughter to play in the park and was arrested, her daughter sent to foster care, yes? There are lots of people everywhere freaking out. On one hand: the mother had no good options, she’s African American and...
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Separated at Birth

ShareIs it me or…                           Quiz: Who would you rather see perform, the corpse of Tiny Tim (but he still sings the same as he did when he was alive) or Clay Aiken doing show tunes? This month: James, Ben and I are off for a few days of ‘glamping’ at El Capitan. Then we go to Hawaii for a week (Maui)...
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Truth or Consequences

ShareI took a certain young man—let’s call him “Banjamin”—to a friend’s house for a play date. While there this soon-to-be twelve-year-old said something disrespectful to me, his dad. His consequence was to write me a letter of apology. SORRY DAD It is not good to say kiss my butt in public because it is very disrespectful to people that are around you and other...
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Fifty? Yes, fifty.

ShareNo way around it. Fifty years is a long freaking time. This is the video James made for my fiftieth birthday. How did I get to be so old? Watch the video and see my face sliding toward the floor. Laugh at the many hairstyles of Doug. Oh, the products I have known through the years. Finally, whether you’ve known me for fifty days or fifty years, feel free to post your favorite memories...
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MFA? WTF?

ShareWho’s the worst blogger you know? It’s me, isn’t it? I’ve left all of you hanging for months and months and months. Were you worried that the Well of Doug had run dry? Fear not. The well is fine. So many months. So many adventures and misadventures. So many crazy things my son has said and done. So many starts and stops and restarts and restops, only to start for...
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