Like most kids of my generation, I was a devout follower of the teachings of Jim Henson. As it is was for most, it started with Sesame Street and shifted to The Muppet Show when I became old enough to recognize Sesame Street for what it really was: school dressed up in plush, feathers

Stave One When I was about five or six, I found myself in handcuffs on the day after Christmas. I blame the ghost of Jacob Marley. After big holiday gatherings with my mom’s side of the family at my grandmother’s house, some of us usually stayed the night. It was at her house that I a

By no means am I anti-Christmas. The twinkle and warmth of Christmas is the perfect way to ease into cold and muted New England winter. I particularly enjoy the brief pause in routine that the holiday offers and the flood of nostalgia that it brings. Every year my wife and I head out