Are College Admissions a Corrupt Joke?

Like every parent, I have many thoughts about this college admissions thing. Unlike most parents in America, I have proximity. One of the children named in the indictment was my daughter’s classmate. Many of the kids named are familiar to my own as the private school social circles are small, if not incestuous. The kids aren’t bad kids, but they aren’t who I’d go to for morals and ethics lessons this week. Perhaps later in life they will be; I’m not prepared to write anyone off whose brain isn’t finished …

Producing a $60,000 McLaren

“That guy’s not producing a movie he’s producing a $60,000 McLaren.” 

And I beg him for the details of what must be Hollywood’s greatest perk. 

Bridge Car: Another Fair.com Car Waiting to Happen

College is settled. We know where Alexander will be going and, like most first-year students in American schools, bringing a car is highly discouraged. We had anticipated this when I bought his car a few years back, which is why his car is practical enough to be mine when he leaves. I turned in the BMW yesterday. I loved it, but hardtop convertibles are quite naturally slow. I would love something faster, but I am not ready to give up having a convertible. I need a car to take me …

Sahatsakhan Thailand

A photo of my Stepfather sometimes makes its way to my mother’s desk. It’s my Stepfather, and I know it’s him. It would be easy to mistake the subject of the photo for my stepbrother, his son, as it’s a version of him so young that none of us knew him yet. He stands next to a man, a uniformed official sporting a memorably waxed and twirled mustache. Another photo from this time features my stepfather with a monkey. He looks like a child, but he’s in the Air Force, and he’s in a …

Bangkok: Arrivals at BKK

After a problematic long haul flight from LAX to Singapore followed by a brief but delightful connection to Bangkok, I arrived in Thailand tired, confused, slightly disheveled, and wildly curious. I was met at the arrival gate by a young man holding a sign with my full name, middle included. He walked me directly to a restroom, which I declined. He was visibly disappointed by my decision. We walk in silence to passport control. Handing my documents to an angry government employee felt familiar,  less familiar was watching her cough all …