Thanksgiving (isn’t just a) Day

There was a time in my life when I worked hard to follow and maintain holiday traditions. Some weirdly potent combination of recalled childhood moments, impressions of how other families celebrated and a desire to create lasting memories for my own sons, caused me to hold tightly to what I believed were irrefutable and defining … Continue reading Thanksgiving (isn’t just a) Day

the weight of the world

I think the happiest people I know all celebrate their birthdays more authentically as they age. that anniversary of another year around the sun becomes more significant as the number of years lived grows - and those still to come diminishes. there’s been a recent round of birthdays in my social circle and more than … Continue reading the weight of the world

56 Moments

With growing older comes the understanding that life truly is about moments, not years. As I see 57 on the very near horizon, I wanted to take this opportunity to visually revisit some of my favorite moments of the past 12 months, my year of being 56. It was a challenge to gather 56 pictures. … Continue reading 56 Moments

Sometimes you get what you kneed

I don’t think it would be possible to accurately state which injury came first since mine has been a gradual eroding, while my son’s was a more dramatic one off.  The outcome, though, is the same - we’re both having knee surgery next month.  Do you think OrthoNY offers a two-fer special? It was a … Continue reading Sometimes you get what you kneed

Missing

The feeling of having a child you actually birthed nestled in your arms, asleep and lightly drooling. If time travel were an option, I’d like to have that sensation again - with each of my boys. My Christmas ornament which had been a gift from my kindergarten teacher. It was glass, originally red, with my name correctly spelled in … Continue reading Missing

Irate so I write

The year has barely begun and already I’m exhausted by the sheer amount of bullshit in our society. Perhaps if it had just been a thing or two, I could have overlooked them and focused my attention instead upon next month’s trip to the desert, but when the outrages and irritations continue to accumulate…well, it’s … Continue reading Irate so I write