The long return from our vacation required us to cross the continent, and like the return leg of a boomerang’s flight, we were losing energy and altitude fast. Since Child Harbat is staying an extra two weeks with grandparents on…
Stop Two: a borderland with the biggest horizon you’ll ever see. A place where sand and salt coat everything in a sticky gritty sheen. A place where the hush of foam on the beach follows a contra-bass thump as water…
Stop One: a place I’ve known for many years, a place I’ve lived, worked, loved, and finally left. A place of green lawns, piles of chiseled marble, navy blue suits, and papers. A city where the world comes to negotiate. A…
When the heat of the day accumulates in the house, by dinnertime all the stuffiness and noise and grumpy tiredness simmers within until we’re all snapping at each other like alligators. Which is how I found myself in the front…
When you’re an adult don’t ever think that your idea of fun correlates with your child’s. For the past few years my wife and daughter have gone to Comic-Con and I’ve made periodic forays. This year Number Two was old…
Child Harbat and I have a running joke about Comic-Con, the gigantic pop culture convention currently taking over my hometown of San Diego. The joke runs like this: Me: Hey kids! Are you ready to go to Comic-Con again…
It started with a throwaway joke. “Look at us, driving a minivan to Costco. We’re livin’ the dream,” I said to my wife on Sunday. Then it all came crashing down, the words reverberating in my skull. I sat there…