Brits in the USA

Today is Saturday and it could be the first day of the rest of my life. But then so could any day. The leaves lie limp on the tree outside t...

Today I saw a girl in a busy hallway who I dimly recognized. "Mr. Cifaldi," she said, and gave me a look as if she was unsuccessfu...

Sunday was a day of refracted sunlight and benign clouds that rolled across the azure skies of the Outer Banks without threatening cause any...

I haven't blogged for ages because I was recently offered a job teaching English at a local high school. My first reaction was surprise ...

The last time I was in Charleston there was a lot of heat and a lot of kids. At times like this escape is in order. I hastily made my excuse...

I have this recurring nightmare that I'm on the shortlist for the Crap Dad of the Year award. Imagine the Oscars and then whip away the ...

When I worked in North Carolina I once carried out a survey on students' reading habits asking them if they has ever read a novel by Cha...

The Internet is doing my head in and that's official. In the four minutes of each day that I allow myself to be away from the screen I n...

The mosquito-ometer at the visitor center of Congaree National Park was set to "brutal." Had there had been a boredom-ome...

Hollow canned soundbites nibble at the nether distance of the bedroom. I find it hard to take it seriously; the southern twangs of the healt...