It was wrong

  It was wrong We had decided to stain the diminutive cedar fence Minwax 203 — Early American. Two months into Covid-19. We conscript the kiddos into “family time backyard improvement project.” We parents have, at the very least, a different opinion as to the right...

Not Well Adjusted

The side-of-the-road experience We are engaged, not yet married. Her white Honda civic climbs the pass between the Angeles National and San Bernardino National Forests. Making our way to a weekend in Las Vegas. And then. Something feels wrong....

Control or Freedom

Freedom My virtual coffee-chat friend says, “I’m not in charge of the universe.” As she and I can’t meet in person, we are having an old-fashioned phone call, not a Zoom. An outside-the-box rabbi and a brilliant, retired, Episcopal priest. I continue the Sisyphean...

How are you?

“How are you?” “It’s complicated.”   It’s my third year of teaching math full time. I’m early enough to get my favorite parking spot. I make my way to the copy-room slash teacher-break room on the second floor of the converted group home turned...

Hope. What we mean by hope.

Hope Hope It’s Thursday, late afternoon. I sit in my basement home office working on writing this newsletter. I’ve decided that I’m ok with the style of this newsletter being a little disjointed. I’m getting more comfortable with the genre of “pen-pal...

Cov-dad-19

Cov-dad-19 Thoughts   “I don’t know, kiddo. I just don’t know.” The words slip out of my mouth. I am tucking Annie into bed. I’m exhausted. We all are. It’s not a complaint. It’s a fact. I’m tired. Just tired. Extra dad fortitude was required to get out of...