Just Because
It doesn’t help that I’m having this conversation in my own head. I know my husband would never let me buy something with this sort of justification
Tag: Family Tempo
Where You Will Go
She looks old. My Heddie, my baby. The joke curdles. Hip hip, whatever, hip hip hooray. We’re all aging here in this old house
Diamond Trade
Wasn’t that just her point all along? To cater to those who never succeeded before?
Circle of Life
A PhD? In physics? Here I’m scraping my way through a bachelor’s in media arts, and this woman is a physicist? Talk about heft
Time to Grow Up
My poor brand-new husband, indoctrinated to never, ever, dare forget a woman’s birthday, was in for a mean learning curve
Love and the Living Will
“This is a war you can’t win. I suggest you give a DNR. Continuing to provide him with care will only prolong his suffering”
The Color of Sunset
I want to leave. Leave the store and the girl and her round green eyes and the questions splayed across her forehead
One Day We’ll Laugh
One of my teachers used to say, “If you’ll laugh about it in five years from now, don’t cry over it today.” Apparently, she never made Pesach
Solo
It comes to him there in the chilly dressing room, kicks him in the gut — what happened before he left, hours ago, a concert ago
Letting Go
When programs guaranteed that they would teach him independence, I usually responded, “Independence — we have that down pat. How are you on dependence training?”
My Son, the Tzaddik
I know that little boys don’t sit playing with dolls and tea sets during recess. Squabbles happen and scratches do ensue. But teeth aren’t replaceable!
