Halloween is a children’s holiday. The older you get, the more pathetic it feels to dress up in costumes and … More
Category: Journal
my son nehemiah and the jeromes.
The other day, my son Nehemiah started telling me about the jeromes.
“They fly up in the sky,” he said, his eyes following clouds of imaginary flying objects. “I saw a jerome at the pawk today!”
teenage years in south florida during the housing boom.
There was also the remarkable quiet, such that if a Maltese barked softly at one side of the neighborhood, it would wake up the leathery middle-aged divorcee sunning at the community pool on the other.
farting, fundamental truths, and other reflections about our children.
15. Grandma’s house is a country of weird customs, where the citizens observe strange laws (“Never shower during a lightning storm!”)
another post about the hipster cafe epidemic, this one written while drinking a lavender lemonade.
Today I’m working at a vegan café which is attached to a nutrition shop which is attached to a very … More