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Category: Father’s Day
A Groovy Gala
The New Yorker recently wrote that, over the decades, “your body becomes a sort of historical document.” In that case, my left knee is the Magna Carta.
On Deck: A Vin Scully Book
Buy this book and spend long spring afternoons on the couch with it. Buy this book and take it to prom.
Heroes and Love Songs
“Kathie Lee sings songs like she’s mad at them,” Tom Shales once wrote about Kathie Lee Gifford. “What did they ever do to you?” RIP, Tom Shales and witty writing in general.
Magic Snowshoes
Sure, he was slow to walk with at ballgames, and he told jokes I didn’t understand. But what a grandpa he was. For years, I thought he might’ve been Santa Claus.
Dads Never Die
Though Dad is long gone, I still see him in a summer sunset. I still see him in a flight of geese.
A Cozy Contentment
When you achieve hygge (pronounced hoo-ga), you’ve found a cozy contentment in life’s simple pleasures: friends, family, warm blankets, candlelight.
Sorry About the PJs
We’re back in California, that Greek myth, a state that flew too close to the sun.
IT’S A BOY!!!
After Smartacus left, White Fang became an ironic, super-bored princess -- you know the type. Shaggy manes. Legs like palm trees. Look so great climbing out of a pool.
Packing Up Freshman Year
"We're going to the North Pole," I tell her. Actually, we're off to fetch Smartacus, her cheeky sidekick, her partner in grime.