Today Betty staggered then collapsed while eating her meal – the second meal in a row she’s left unfinished. Unable to move she quietly, calmly waited until I could get to her, lift her with a towel under her belly and move her out into the sunshine and cool breeze on …
I’m writing because it’s the only way I’m going to get “We built this city,” the first five syllables from what has widely been accepted to be the worst song of the 1980s, out of my head. It enters my head many mornings when I push one minute and forty seconds on my …
A few years ago, when the boys were still in high school, I opened up the napkin drawer and realized with a pang that I no longer needed the plastic cutlery I had piled in a container in the back. No more would I assemble just-so peanut butter sandwiches. No …
I often think of my grandmother Joan when I read pretentious food blogs. I spent many a formative year panicking when people spoke of frozen desserts, hoping they’d stick to “ice cream” if she was around. My grandmother pronounced the Italian version of that “Gelatio.” With a long “a.” She …
It’s something early in the morning – I always wake up between 4:30 and 5:30 these days – and the loudest noise outside of my head is the aquarium filter pouring water down into the tank. The goddamned thing serves as an eternal reminder of my failings as a fish …
There is supposed to be some rhythm to these things, I hear – an “at least once a something” schedule that one is on for posting, so that one’s readers need not be disappointed by one’s sloth-like writing habits. And besides, it’s What One Does. Can’t argue with that. During …