But of all the years, of all the gin joints, you were the one that walked into my life last January, looking all innocent and hopeful. You sent me to Brazil for the first time, where I got to teach and that was an extraordinary experience I’ll never forget.
So Christmas is over and you’re feeling the ho-hum blues. All that buildup for the holidays and then what? A bit anti-climatic. Am I right? Think of the prep work you did, starting in early October when the first box … Continue reading
What if we handed the Isis terrorists a purple crayon, like Harold’s purple crayon, so they can draw themselves a new–and improved–life? And what if we gave the terrorists rose-colored glasses so they can see the world from a new perspective? Continue reading
I’m not one to brag but I have to tell you what joy means to me. My children.
Without them, my life would be incomplete. An unfinished symphony, a dangling participle. A cliffhanger without the final chapter. Or a series finale, much like the one for “The Sopranos,” which ended up being reviled by so many. Continue reading
Groan. Another year whips by and here am I facing the worst, most torturous time of the year.
For, if ever there was a holiday I can’t stand and would love to see sink into oblivion, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’d be happy to skip it altogether and may even start a petition to do so.
First, its very arrival means the holiday season is coming to a close, and everyone must get back to business—whether it’s a nine to five office job, working as a (terrifying) clown in the circus, or playing a round of golf a la Tiger Woods. Continue reading
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