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My Quote
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." Kirkegaard
About Me
I began as a fiction writer (my first novel, "The Last to Go," was made into a really bad TV movie, starring Tyne Daly), then branched out to other writing. By now I've written for over 50 magazines, including "Glamour." "The New York Times Magazine," "Bon Appetit," and "Commonweal." Away from my writing desk, I'm a chess fanatic and hopeless basketball addict. Oh yeah, I'm also the family cook.
About My Family
My wife, Molly, is a high school English teacher. For eight years, our only child was our bulldog, Bert. Larkin's appearance on the scene meant a drastic demotion for him. It's been tough. Bulldogs are majestic mopers to begin with, and the long faces Bert makes should be painted by Nolde or some other Expressionist.
RandCooper
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." KirkegaardWhat I've Been Talking About
Tantrums
You're both absolutely right -- in my experience -- to use the word "explode." A few days after I wrote that blog, we had one of those days where everything went wrong, one disaster after another. The next day we woke up and things were just as bad. An unusually restless night for Larkin, plus Molly had broken out during the night with a bad reaction (hives) to a medication, then... in the dark of 6 AM I went down into the kitchen to make Lark's breakfast, only to find that Bert (our bulldog) had peed, puked AND pooped on the kitchen floor during the night... and I was stepping in it! Molly came down expecting Larkin's breakfast to be ready, and when she saw what was up, she exploded. "We're like Job!" she yelled, looking up toward the heavens. "Why not send a plague of locusts now!"
Unfortunately that happened too late for me to include in the blog.
Thanks for writing in!
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Recent Blog Entries From RandCooper
'Sploring!
Instead of taking up some issue or theme, today I'm going to sit back, relax, and chronicle the aimless pleasures of a still-new dad hanging with his two-year-old girl on the first warm day of spring.
It begins with one of those funny nonsense conversations one has so often with a toddler. Larkin and I are at the kitchen window, and she's standing on the sill, watching the morning sun navigate trees and rooftops. I stand behind, lightly bracing her. "Dada,"... Read MoreNurturing and Measuring
Unearthing
Clearing your daughter is getting you back for all those vocab quizzes you inflicted upon helpless students at Williams! I would write in multi-colors if I could.Glad to read that you guys are doing well!Debra
Not Acceptable?Can you list those 50 magazines so I can read your backlog... I'm already a fan!!!
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