Archive for April, 2008

My two least favorite times of day should be my most cherished:  walking the boys to school, and putting them to bed.  They are, on the contrary, two of the most challenging that a parent faces, because what you’re talking about is, essentially, executing advanced logistical operations with the aid and consent of small criminals [...]


She

28Apr08

She bought Friskies cat food in 8-ounce cans, four at a time, from Duane Reade, usually at 7:30 on weekday mornings.  She read Japanese for Busy People on the subway as she rode downtown to work.
 
 

photo:  fofurasfelinas
 
 
 
 


heartless man

25Apr08

There was a mosquito in my office this evening, and I killed it without a second thought.
I saw it doing a lazy air dance in front of me, almost like a drunken kamikaze pilot who’s off course:  it was slowly lilting from right to left over my laptop as I prepared a presentation for Monday [...]


On 86th Street

23Apr08

This image of a father stays with me.  It was about two weeks ago on 86th between Amsterdam and Columbus, north side of the street.
He is 30-something with short brown messy hair, almost like that of a statuesque Greek god, and he is wearing a whitish shirt untucked over jeans.  He is with his wife [...]


Feeding time

23Apr08

The Central Park Zoo yesterday was packed with families, like our own, who had small children off from school for the week.  The Hassidic families were out in their sartorial splendor, this being Passover week, the men in long black silk coats and robes and women dressed in sensible skirt suits, their children often dressed [...]