Every now and then I win against my family. I mean, it’s bound to happen occasionally, isn’t it? As the great e.e. cummings wrote, “nobody loses all the time”. Of course, the odds are stacked against me, with a lawyer wife, a teenage daughter who could teach Lucrezia Borgia a trick or two, and a son whose evil grin would impress an assassin from one of the bloodier Renaissance tragedies. And in perhaps no area Continue Reading →