I’m eating chia pudding and sitting home with a sick kid. He doesn’t feel sick, but he sure looks sick. He’s got little bumps all over. It’s coxsackies, and it’s pretty gross. Almost as gross as the chia pudding, despite it’s cute cup and self-contained spoon. It all started Friday. I was halfway out the […]Read More Growing pains, and other things that are gross
I don’t remember the last time we were alone together. For a couple of insanely private people, people who, for years, would not answer the phone when it rang (land line), would not answer the door if we were not expecting anyone, and had a well-established telephone ring code so the one who was home […]Read More Where’s my kid?
I’m heading off to work this morning. Standing on the subway platform among my fellow commuters, fellow travels, I feel isolated. I know we all do. I feel the day spread out before me in a hazy expanse, with time points as sign posts: at x, have coffee, keep drinking coffee until y, because after […]Read More The nature of the things we do
When I was 7 years old I lived with my dad and step-mom in N. Andover, MA. I had a pet bird, and a few diseased kittens, one after another, who for some reason would be very cute for a few days and then succumb to some kind of malady that left them foaming at […]Read More when I was 7