Humor

One summer in the late 1960s, my father was in Rio at an academic conference one summer, leaving four of us at home: my mother, me (about 7), my younger brother Fred, and our yellow Labrador retriever … [Read more...] about The Puppies and the Parrot

Mathematics has never been easy for me. I remember counting on my fingers under my desk, long after I should have known better. I remember hour after hour trying to memorize the times tables during … [Read more...] about How I Murdered Algebra II: A True Confession

I was excited to turn the key in my orange, un-air-conditionned 1978 Toytota Celica and get started on my trip to grad school at UC–Berkeley. I was driving out there alone at age 24 with no cell … [Read more...] about Hitting the Road