Brits in the USA

I have a sneaking suspicion Christmas used to be more exciting than this when I was a kid. For a start it's almost 4 am and my daughter ...

The Chinese don't have a Year of the Yak but, if they did they would surely devote it to hairdressers. I braved the salon early this mor...

I'm old enough to remember the birth of television on our street. That's not to say I was around in 1925 when John Logie Baird succe...

I have a lot of regrets about my pathetically short career as a teacher. But not parting with $29.95 to buy The First Days of School isn...

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 ...