Think of the flings, the ghosts, the sunsets, the hickeys that hacppened here. By gawd, think of the comebacks, the quips.
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What, Me Worry?
I love watching the kids so full of oats -- the young Marlon Brandos and the James Deans, the Harry Styleses (for lack of a better example), wandering the parking lots and leaning up against their cars, swaggering around aimlessly in May and June, just as they are escaping school for the summer … these insouciant young punctuation marks who have so much figured out, yet so much to learn.
Pancakes With Papa
As breakfast dates go, I’d label it a sonnet – a moment within a moment. Suddenly I realized what everyone’s been saying: grandkids are our unexpected inheritance.
Magic Castles and Brisket
No, I didn’t forget your name. I’m probably just “buffering.”
What Went Into That Day?
Look, humor is a funny business. I write about the daily lives of ordinary people, to baffled readers too busy to care. You can rack up a lot of credit card debt that way.
Why I Make Him Breakfast
Newspapers may die. Society too. But, always and forever, there will be a certain poetry to the way a mother or father looks after a child.
Look Who Turned 2
These 2-year-olds are about as perfect as perfect gets, in a world where we seem enthralled and overly concerned with all the rotten stuff.
A ’Gram from God
I mean, these poor screenwriters. As with baseball players, screenwriters strike every 10 years or so. And America weeps.
Extra Mustard, Please
All you care about is that the grill smoke at the snack bar is making your heart scream and your lips quiver. And that the sun feels so good on your forehead, and that the Dodgers are hanging in, sometimes good, yet not always.
Marilyn’s Beach
On this beach, Tommy Zahn and Marilyn Monroe soaked up some rays, then each other. But she wanted fame more than she wanted him. As it turns out, the handsome lifeguard may have been the love of her life.