I drove my son to Trader Joe’s late this afternoon, through the windy northwestern suburbs of Philadelphia. We laboriously crossed the Schuylkill on the elegant but congested Green Lane Bridge, then wended through the glorious houses of the region that…
On Wednesday morning, I got up with Graham and was helping him acclimate to his day. I usually tend to him first thing on days I’m not going into the office and it’s some of my favorite time with him.…
About a year, maybe less, before it was sold to us, our backyard underwent an overhaul. Much of the apparently very expensive lawn was torn out and replaced with rocks. But crucially, not all of it. The rocks were a…
My literary hero Ray Bradbury famously adorned his writing desk and the surrounding office with endless piles of books, toys, tchotchkes, and papers, enough to almost make me feel like my natural inclinations aren’t so broken for an aspiring writer.…
Old friends old friends sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends … Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a…
My son Graham loves the bus. Specifically, he loves taking a variety of SEPTA’s Philadelphia city buses around the Roxborough neighborhood where we live, and to various points of interest across the city. He’s gotten adept at reading numbers and…
My father adored Home Depot. And Lowes. Perhaps more accurately, he always loved exactly one of them at a time, and whichever one it was alternated based on where he’d gotten especially favorable or unfavorable service last. He would be…
I am really sorry for what I have just done I know that I could have tried more but it was really fun -A poem I wrote in English class in 1995, after This is Just to Say (William Carlos…
It’s not that I didn’t used to call my mother. I called my mother all the time. We would talk for five minutes, or ten or even twenty. And then she would hand the phone over to my dad. And…
Brownie the Rabbit (~April 2013 – July 20, 2022) Last night, surrounded by her family at Mt. Laurel Animal Hospital, Brownie crossed the rainbow bridge. She had a long full life that spanned at least three states and multiple loving…