New Year’s Day in South Brooklyn– Out in the park I recline on a bench and read my iBook while my kid rides around on his balance bike. By all account he should be on to the big kid bike by now, but between not being able to find the tire pump and C worrying […]Read More We scored on you, Mommy!
An open letter to the lovely people who showed us a perfectly delightful small home on their vast acreage somewhere in the foothills upstate somewhere. Dear John and Leslie, When we saw the ad for the two bedroom secluded house in the woods on craigslist, we planned a day around going to check it out. […]Read More We didn’t take your house, we stayed in Brooklyn
We all have jobs. I’ve considered many different lines of employment. I’ve thought here and there about going into teaching, but a friend of mine, a writer like me, went into teaching, and he said that basically a teacher’s brain is not their own. The whole of a teacher’s day is spent engaging with children’s […]Read More Amina Henry’s The Animals, at JACK
Just a few steps down the block from us and across the street is a traffic triangle, dotted with trees and ringed with benches; a green space, as we say in urbania. For as long as we’ve lived in our second floor two bedroom, so too has a 50-something homeless couple lived in the triangle. […]Read More The New Homeless Man
It’s dangerous being alive. Anything could happen and there’s no way to know what that might be. I want to stay up all night but I need to wake up early. The people who sit on two subways seats by sitting on the seam between two seats, thereby rendering the seats on either side of […]Read More It’s dangerous being alive: quick thoughts
Everyone is love and everyone is scared and everyone wants to reach out and hold on tight and spin with the world that won’t stop.Read More found love letter
It’s Holy Saturday. A dog is barking outside and there is a substantial wind. The curtains billow around the open window. C is playing in his room, creating race tracks and drumming symphonies, all while suffering an unpleasant cough. Dave is sleeping late, by which I mean past 7:30. I’m sitting at my computer trying […]Read More Holy week and the gift from my youth