Getting older is riding the gyre of a whirlpool. In your youth, at the far edges, motion and time are almost imperceptible. In your 20s the far edge is distant and there’s still sun over the horizon. Then as you…
Getting older is riding the gyre of a whirlpool. In your youth, at the far edges, motion and time are almost imperceptible. In your 20s the far edge is distant and there’s still sun over the horizon. Then as you…
Something resides deep in the coils and twists of DNA that compels one to mechanical motion. It’s not enough to run, to swing like our primate forebears, to feel the brush of leaves on our limbs. This tickle of…
I’ve learned many things in becoming a parent and one of the biggest is that I’m stubborn and argumentative. How do you argue with a one-year old? How do you argue with a five-year old? Is it worth it? Answers: …
Here follows a hopefully rare but sizzling post on the things that start out as important issues, get pushed up to the level of political debate, then filter back down to the masses. Imagine Americans sewing together a beautiful quilt…
Boys. They just can’t do the safe thing, they’ve got to toe the line, peer over the edge, then ride their bikes along it. I’m trying to water the plants last night and Number Two decides he’s coming out. Fine…he…
I am not the well-organized person who plans out a week of meals and the necessary ingredients—my wife does that. And good thing too, since we get to try new things and old favorites. This week the highlight was salade…
Hey readers, you’ve made it to the new page! I know this is the second time I’ve switched ships. The first time was when Vox developed a slow leak that eventually split the hull sank so I jumped ship to…
What I love about Thursday Grab Bag is no rules! Nothing is too random or inconsequential! Let’s get started. [Tuesday night, dinnertime. Scene opens on the kitchen table where Number Two is sitting in high chair and emitting loud shrieks,…
Every day I walk past an art gallery that has a selection of oil paintings of modern scenes: a city convenience store, a rowhouse, a highway gas station at dusk. It’s that last one that catches my eye every time…