It’s a joke, but not really. I invited you over not for the cheery conversation bubble you’ll pull me into or because your presence will undoubtedly fill our humble home with good spirit. No, you got that precious invite because having guests over is the kick-in-the-butt I need to clean […]
It’s often described as a tightrope but that’s not terribly accurate; there is no risk of falling off either side. This period of life, the immeasurable, undefinable, delicate space between childhood and young adulthood, is more akin to finding yourself in the middle of a meadow. It can be peaceful […]
The best thing about the delis, restaurants and bars that are every bit as integral a part of New York City’s theater district scene as the Barrymore, New Amsterdam and Schoenfeld isn’t the food, the cramped tables or considerable wait times to snag one, it’s the signed headshots lining the […]
My boyhood home spans 2400 square feet if it does an inch. With a fully furnished basement, a sloping front yard, and a rectangular in-ground pool framed by a brick patio out back, space was never at a premium. But the field of wheat grass and wildflowers that once bumped […]
There’s a certain amount of giving up requisite to keeping your wits about you, certain concessions necessary to remain something in the neighborhood of happy. Your GPS will heave as it searches for the address, whilst you concede point after point to keep everyone’s smile above half mast. Take the […]
Last year, a friend asked me about traveling to Europe. She had never been and desperately wanted to go, but was understandably frightened after bombings and shoot-ups in train stations and concert halls respectively. I turned to math, as I’m wont to do, and made the sensible case that the […]
It sounds stupid to say it, and it might not be overtly obviously to look at me, but I’ve been known to sometimes forget to eat lunch. Life’s hectic, man. On weekdays, when the kids are busy shuffling from classroom to classroom learning about western civilization, the habitats of dart […]
Two lanes become five at this particular intersection. The two on the left are left-only lanes. The furthest to the right, a no-turn-on-red right-only. The final pair of lanes, as I reckon you’d have already guessed, are supposed to go straight. Straight and only straight, up an hardly perceivable grade […]
