I’ve been making breakfast for the kids for 37 years. Do they appreciate it? No one ever again will need me the way my son Smartacus needs me now. In lockdown, we are each other’s only company. I find myself asking him: “What are we going to watch tonight? Are tacos OK for dinner?” as … Continue reading The Forever Father
My daughter’s pregnancy has me thinking a lot about babies and re-birth.
Here’s to all the Chardonnay Moms, Cabernet Dads and the dude at the end of the street who always forgets to turn off his outdoor Christmas lights at the end of the night.
Proud to announce that the lovely and patient older daughter will become a mom in May, the same month her mother and I were married.
The lovely and patient older daughter and her husband Finn just got a dog too, a lovely and patient pup named Penny Laine.
Oh, these Millennials, so intent on re-inventing the universe. I happen to be a Perennial, so I can relate.
When I see people voting in record numbers and Christmas beginning to blossom, I remain stubbornly, stupidly hopeful.
The wall colors are changing. And the dog is stealing Halloween decor. Welcome to October.
There are now 400 variations on the color white: Winter Wheat, Deer Bosom, Fargo, to name just a few.
My two daughters now live 4 doors apart. Posh would like that.