Shelter In Place wasn’t a term I heard until my 30s. My children, however, have been practicing it since they were 5-year-olds in North Hollywood, attending a school that was all too often crime adjacent, particularly on the side of the school where the garden is.
After a three-year process we found ourselves, three American Jews, sitting in strikingly ordinary lobby chairs as a slender blonde woman handed each of us an Einbürgerungsurkunde, a certificate of naturalization.
Cancel culture has hit Myka and James Stauffer, parents of a young family who rehomed a child they adopted internationally. This isn’t the first, nor will it be the last, time that cancel culture attacks a mother after having cast her as a villain. I know next to nothing about Myka and James Stauffer, and … Read more
“He wants to get his ear pierced.” My daughter nodded. “It seems a little impulsive to me,” I reply. “It’s not. He wanted to do it in New York when he visited me.” The next day I’m talking to Mr. G who logically explains that Jane had her ears pierced multiple times at 16. He … Read more
Yesterday we went to a museum. Actually I should say that yesterday we went to yet another museum. A museum Mr. G had no interest in going to, a museum that Jane had been to just 10 days prior and the 8th museum in the third country that my son had visited since March 12th. … Read more