You may be wondering about the title of this blog. You may wonder what it means. And I say … why wonder? Isn’t it a self-evident statement?

Actually, “Pumpkins Don’t Have Ankles” is the name of a self-help book I am supposedly writing that uses a clever metaphor about pumpkins. One of my friends will ask me about it from time to time, and I tell him things like, “Oh, yes, we have the book signing set up next month, and I found someone to wear the pumpkin costume during it, except he has a podiatrist appointment at two-thirty, so it will be a stretch …” The problem is that though I’ve supposedly been in close contact with an agent and even have the self-help sequels planned (”Pirouette with the Pumpkins” and “Embracing your Inner Pumpkin”) I still haven’t figured out what the book is about. Minor details, I suppose.