Tilting at Trampolines

I’ve never been one for trampolines. My father drilled it into his four boys that the acrobat’s terra not-so-firma ended up more often in compound fractures than the free feeling of being able to fly. Before we went to a friend’s whose parents were either too drunk or...

Over and Over

1.   My mother would have turned 82 on Feb. 1. She died at 52 on a rented hospital bed in our dining room in Connecticut. 2.   As I write this, friends and family are gathering at the Sky Rink in Chelsea Piers in New York City to remember my college friend Brian who...

Car Bomb!: A Graduate Thanksgiving

My friend Larry was trying to explain. “It’s like I’m Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School,” he said, “only without the money.” We were sitting around our friends’ and former professors’ kitchen table, watching dogs and kids and Legos mix it up on the floor while...