I don’t tend to finish many things that I start. I am eager to however. I want to finish what I start. It frustrates me when I don’t. It depresses me much of the time that I don’t. But it …
Christmas, oddly I suppose, is far from my favorite holiday but I’ve had two really special ones I will never forget.
The first was in 1978. My wife, Cindy, and I were recently married and living in an apartment complex …
“I lost my Booky,” I tell my father.
After a full day’s work for a clothing manufacturer, a gobbled dinner at the Automat, night classes in pattern-making, and finally a subway ride home to the Bronx, my father walks through …
My reading adventures began in 1968, that scathingly abrasive year when Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy died at the hands of deluded men. On the ninth of June, I was unceremoniously tossed from a rural town into the …
When I was ten years old, my mother told me about periods. I had never heard anything so earth-shattering in my life, except maybe when my grandmother died.
Back then, we never even discussed pees or poops unless absolutely necessary, …
Twenty years ago, when my parents were divorced but dating again, they bought property together—where my dad’s business, a photoshop now sits—that is currently the source of a lawsuit between them. Both of my parents would like, and have tried, …
Puberty is rarely kind and mine was no exception. I raced past voluptuousness and landed in the realm of fat. Not that I thought of myself as such. My reference was Diana from Anne of Green Gables who happily indulged …
When I was four, all I wanted for Christmas was a Betty Crocker Easy Bake Oven. I told my parents, my grandparents, and anyone else who would listen.
At the time, I didn’t know what being poor was, or …
I grew up worrying—I learned from a pro. My mother, an incessant worrywart, wore the moniker proudly, as if it bestowed legitimacy and dignity to her proclivity/affliction. She worried about my father, a morose drinker and sometimes philanderer. She worried …
What are the different types of love?
If you’re as much into proverbs as I am, then you may have heard the famous adage by Kate Rose about love:
“Often our first is when we are young, high school even. …