Today is my parents’ anniversary. They have been married for 38 years. So, I asked my mom if, after all that time, she felt like she knew my dad entirely, like there was nothing new she could learn about him. Luckily, her answer supported my thesis. She replied: “Definitely not. How could I when people continually grow and change?” Read More »
16th August, 2014
My three-year-old son and I have spent a lot of time in the front yard this summer, him up by the steps doing his baseball windup in profile, a swift swaying of his arms front to back, front to back, before his pitch, which on a good throw bounces thrice along the sidewalk before hitting my glove.
When I bounce it back, he tends to dive for it right before he shifts to slow motion, looking pensive, going inward, rising first to his knees and then to his full height (36 inches). He starts peering into the bushes while I stand quietly by the street pounding my fist into the leather glove I wore when I sucked at little league, the one I uncovered in basement storage and now constricts my hand into a kind of finger cylinder. Read More »
14th July, 2014