August 26, 2015
It is the summer before the summer before college for my soon-to-be senior. My kids are lined up like tennis balls at the base of a ball machine chute. Before I know it — WHOOSH! ….WHOOSH! They’ll be gone.
August 5, 2015
The kids were crying and hugging each other, declaring “Love you!” whenever one of them piled their belongings into a parent’s car or a New York City taxi to leave for home. Their heartbreak was palpable, their connection undeniable. I was watching this going on around me as I sat on the bench last weekend outside […]
July 28, 2015
The older child made a request: Please bring me my ukulele. And a coffee maker. And coffee. The ukulele, I could see. When one is spending the month at a precollege program, sleeping in the dorms and sitting in class all day, a young man needs his ukulele. Of course. But the coffee maker? In […]
July 7, 2015
You can’t unsee what you’ve seen, and other people’s real life horror is not something to carry with you through life.
December 24, 2014
Instead of Elf on the Shelf, my 17-year-old gets Jobs on the Knob — Steve Jobs pointing at him from the doorknob in his bedroom.
August 26, 2014
I liked to talk to the real, live waitresses and waiters before the robot uprising is completed, wiping out their jobs.
August 21, 2014
This is a story about a boy and a car and two bald tires, one with a hole in it. The boy knew he shouldn’t do that to his tires, but he did it anyway, because he was young and he had a new (used) car and he was the first among his friends to […]