In Manhattan where I lived in my early twenties, I was once dared by my housemate to go to the store in my pajamas. Never one to back down from a dare, I went. I remember how exhilarating it felt, as I turned my attention away from projecting what people might be...
The first time my daughter showed me her creative sense of humor, she was six months old. SIX MONTHS OLD! I was sitting her up on the bed and trying to get her to hold her arms high enough over her head so I could put a shirt on her. Just as I was about to get it on...
It was a scorching August day in NYC, and my young daughter and I were in Manhattan visiting relatives. We got on a subway car without air conditioning, and it was like entering an oven. People were complaining. Having been a New Yorker myself for my first 25 years, I...
Take a look at the picture. That’s my daughter and I on a roller coaster in Santa Cruz, seven years back. As a child, I used to love roller coasters. But not at all as an adult. What happened? Did I grow up? Did I grow down? Or did I grow afraid of life’s...
The Presence of Grace
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