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When we moved from Venice, California to Seattle seven and a half years ago, I went into a panic about all the things I was…
With about two weeks to go until we leave this house, there are many, many things I ought to be doing. I am neither a…
Most people start out in the Bronx and end up living on the shores of Santa Monica (as we did from 2000-2007) or on the…
Dear Sir, If you are going to use your magnifying glass to burn holes in my copy of the Times, please make sure I have…
Now that the boys are home again, it’s clear there are certain things I forgot in their absence. Thing number one: NEVER employ the smell…
I thought I had said everything I needed to. I spoke to the boys about Trayvon Martin when he was killed, and we’ve talked about…
Bennett came home from camp one night this week — well, one morning actually. M met his delayed flight at two am. (Flying west during…
Someone in this family who is licensed to drive ran over the milk boxes and it was not me.
I’m sure all boys don’t come home from camp with a few sticks of melted butter (an award, I gather) and nine wasp bites, but…
M says I am a self-hating American because I have generally insisted that the one rule we must follow on July 4th is to leave…