Even though Mamie says its illegal, she makes it sound like an invitation.  Out one side of her mouth she’s making my childhood sound like a party or a beer commercial, the riotous fun we had before seatbelts, sun-shirts and… Continue reading

To those who are enthralled by mountains their wander is beyond all despite. To those are not their allure is a madness.” The Call of the Void: High Place Phenomenon and being in love with oblivion. N. Razzo July 2019 Gambling… Continue reading

Last week I drove five teens to a lake house in Massachusetts to visit their grandmother. Two of mine and their three cousins. It is a summertime ritual, time at the lake, part of their earliest memories and made more… Continue reading

I’ve never been so glad to lose a child. If only they could give you this feeling on graduation day or move-in day, a feeling where what is happening matches what you are actually feeling. Maybe it is the quarantine,… Continue reading

Every morning around seven, I hear the downstairs door crash open and Will comes bounding into the kitchen. Through the left-open door the birds that woke him sign off with their melodious shrill and my “me time” is shattered. I’ve… Continue reading

William loves to drive. He learned to ride a bike at four–right across our front yard, careening past trees. I remember him grinning and clinging to the handlebars, sheer will squeezing out tears as he tried to keep the bike… Continue reading

One of our favorite children’s books from years ago is a Yiddish folktale about perspective. And humble contentment. And a little about gratitude. Since these are things that come in quite handy in a quarantine, I thought I would try… Continue reading

The back seat of my car is actually pretty comfortable. I have my shoes off, my glasses off, even my mask, and I have located a few towels and picnic blanket to use as a pillow. My cell phone I… Continue reading

In the 25 years we’ve lived here, in this house and neighborhood there has never been an ice cream truck come through. The houses are spaced far apart. The driveways are long. Ask your feet at Halloween, when you’ve put… Continue reading