Enormous flakes fall outside my window. The snow turns the volume down on everything and begins to white-out all it touches.

In front of me sits my computer, an open document, and that damn blinking cursor. It's only now that I realize why Tony Kushner goes through all the effort he does in order to handwrite all his work. At least that way he doesn't have to be threatened by the constant BLINK | BLINK | BLINK.

And it's not just me.

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If you've known my wife and I for any length of time, it won't come as any surprise to know that our house is a lively one. We talk a lot, we laugh a lot, we play a lot of music. I wouldn't say it's a "quiet home."

And now we've got this 16 month old toddling about adding her two cents, which is a lot more like buckets and buckets of change clanging on the floor. The sound is glorious...and loud. Ruby's got about 20 solid words in her…