Month: November 2018

My daughter becomes a writer


Last night I sat beside my daughter at the kitchen table has she did homework. Haley had to write an original story using her spelling words. She worked the pencil and finessed the spelling words into this cute little story about being a teenager ticket-taker at a roller coaster on the New Jersey boardwalk. She’s […]

I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life with my son…


I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life with my son, Chase, when in between handfuls of popcorn he asks two questions: Why did people back then only see in black and white? Why did George want to jump off the bridge? Question one was easy to answer but difficult for my 8 year my son to understand. […]

Happy Thanksgiving


When I look at the world and its hulking mountains, its sandy beaches, its flowered fields, its distant stars–I realize the world has enough stuff. When I look at myself and my loving and supportive family, my messy but comfortable home, my refrigerator full of food, my shelf full of books– I realize I have […]

Going back to Bethesda


I started writing this post in a hotel room in Gaithersburg, Maryland. I’m thinking about the last time I was in Maryland–three years ago. How I had so much too say. So much too write. And how sometimes going back to a place that haunts you is the only way to find peace. Today I […]

This is How We Survive.


This is How We Survive. I’ve been both fascinated and terrified by the California wildfires. Two separate wildfires that have consumed an area as big as 16 Manhattans. The devastation is catastrophic. As of this post, 48 people have died. Hundreds of homes destroyed. Entire towns where people laughed and fell in love and made […]

The evening news is killing me.


California is still burning. Florida is still deciding The Mexicans are still hiding. And wherever you go to worship, a synagogue or a bar, you better look over your shoulder and know your exits. After being pummeled by the evening news this past week, I found it hard to hope. I mean, it seemed every […]

How serious am I about this writing stuff?


How serious am I about this writing stuff? When I got sick 5 years ago, and the prospect of death was suddenly real, I became obsessed with discovering my story. Who was I? What did I want to accomplish in life?  Can I find meaning in my suffering? Does my illness ostracize me or does […]

I’m hungover.


I’m hungover. Except I haven’t had a drink almost 3 months. My head is pounding and I’m dizzy and nauseous as if it was 1999 and last night I chased a bottle of strawberry Boone’s Farm with 10 Natty Lights. I stagger to the shower. Shower. Towel off. Get changed. Get coffee, started feeling sorry […]

The Joy of Watching My Son Discover Rock n’ Roll You can't start a fire without a spark...


A few weeks ago my 8 year-old son, Chase, dressed up as Bruce Springsteen for a school project. Ever since, he hasn’t stopped listening to Springsteen. Here’s a video of him flossing to “Dancing in the Dark”. My parents taught me that music, is as good as any subject, to bond with your child. Growing […]