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
Category: Boys
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
Knitted together
One of the first things I ever wrote was about my mom and the sweaters she knit. In case you don’t know, my mother has always been remarkably talented when it came to needlework, be it sewing, knitting, crocheting or embroidery. In the piece I wrote, I imagined what her thoughts might have been as … Continue reading Knitted together
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






