Whose Privilege is it Anyway?

“How’s Kat?” “They’re fine.” “Who’s they? I asked about Kat.” “They’re fine.” This conversation with my eldest daughter was a millennial Abbott-and-Costello-routine gone bad. I was asking about “who” and instead was hearing about the whole infield: Who, What, I Don’t Know and I Don’t Care. I really was starting not to care myself. “Why …

Welcome to the Club, Son!

(as appearing on The Huffington Post site: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/57dca07ae4b0d5920b5b2bb4?timestamp=1474078095514) “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you!” “Thanks Mom.” “I can’t believe my boy is 55 years old.” “Neither can I. I still think I’m 25. How are things? Still raining in Florida?” “Stopped raining yesterday. Played canasta last night. I couldn’t be stopped. Won $7.00.” …

What does Fox Say?

Chugging along on the elliptical, seeming to go nowhere yet moving as fast as I could, I didn’t hear the familiar voice calling my name. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve dropped some pounds.” “Yep. Trying to get to the gym every day. Not always so easy. Work is crazy. Kids’ practices drive me …

To Shawshank, with Love.

“You look exhausted. Everything okay?” “All good. Was up late last night. Didn’t get enough sleep.” “Lucky you. We were both out cold by 10.” “Not that. The game ended and I was about to turn off the TV when… you know… I flipped around, and it was on. Once it’s on, I have to …

The Empty Nest at the End of the Suburban Road

A voice whispered in my ear at the Starbucks’ counter. “Wait until next week. You’ll be amazed how many houses go on the market.” “What are you talking about?” I was confused yet intrigued. “Last kid off to college. It’s either sell or split up, divorce or divest. Time to pack it up.” This observation …

Climb Every Mountain: Propositions and Pick-up Lines on the Suburban Party Circuit

As I walked across the room on a cool spring night, I looked at the action in progress. Scores of teenagers flew by me, clad in oversized sparkly glasses, hats and colorful socks. They sprinted from photo booths to the kid’s lounge, depositing their goods procured from hyped up, jacked-up DJ dancers hired to tantalize …

Life after 50: One Man’s Perspective on Aging… and George Clooney

Life after 50: One Man’s Perspective on Aging… and George Clooney.

Range Rover, Range Rover… Are Brooke’s Parents Really Coming Over?

Throughout our lives, we make friends. On playgrounds playing kickball, over a game of quarters in college, in offices working collaboratively and repeatedly on another PowerPoint presentation. Sometimes it is serendipitous while taking the A train. Sometimes random through a friend of a friend at some other friend’s party. And sometimes it takes years of …