Category: The Boy

A Boy at Nine

I was 24-years-old when the boy was born. (I’ll pause while you do the math.) I had just gotten off the elliptical, was relaxing while on the phone with a friend and watching Regis and Kelly, and then it happened. Again. The exact same way it happened with his older…

Lloyd Christmas.

Ryan Gosling is not only a hero, what with his shopping-bag wielding, street-fight peacemaking abilities, but he can also do THE LIFT while sporting some lovely abs and can use the schvantz better than any yiddishe zaydie that I know. In other words, he is kind of, sort of perfect,…

Of Cycles and Spectators.

Up until last night, I had absolutely no idea what hitting a cycle in baseball was. (I was actually just the slightest trifle worried that my 8-year-old had done something wrong.) “Mommy! Oh my god! I got A CYCLE! Do you know what that is? It means I got A HOME…