The other day when I got home from work, my youngest wanted to share his day with me. He had been out with his Dad running errands and picking up groceries. As he stood in line at the local Giant kidding around with Steve, he was engaged in conversation by an older woman. She had… Continue reading Doris Roberts & a chance encounter with my son

Aa parents, at least reasonably good parents, it is said that we are only as happy as our most troubled child. It is for this reason that I am blown away when I meet happy parents with multiple children. We have three amazing young people whom we have been given the opportunity, the challenge, the… Continue reading The parenting coaster

Over the weekend,  the car my daughter drives (the one her Grandmother drove for a decade and the one that sat in a driveway for a year when Grandmom no longer had access to the keys and the one John drove for a year or so before buying his own), lost its muffler. Not completely… Continue reading Old Cars

In that period of time between homelessness and engineering, my brother Marc was a custodian. He emptied trash, washed floors and picked up after people just like me. Until his future boss got to know him. Got to know the guy emptying the trash in his company’s space. Got to know my brother, the man… Continue reading How much do you know about the person who cleans up after you?

Yesterday I returned a call from a former volunteer, one whom I had never met but one whom I’d heard a bit about. An older woman with a finishing school accent, she was lovely to talk with. We chatted for a while, about her history, her current life, her next birthday (80), her upcoming move,… Continue reading A memory of giggles