An Apple

January 8, 2011

My friend, Jonathan, rolled his two-year-old into my office on a wheely chair. It was the end of a fraught day, a day interrupted by phone calls, missed communication, and a low ebb of worry about one of my own sons. Yet, there was Henry on the other side of my desk, the very definition of tousle-haired and apple-cheeked, biting down on a real apple. Read the rest of this entry »

A Familiar Stride

October 18, 2010

I click on the “play” triangle and watch the video. My friend had filmed his walk from the Indian Consulate in Manhattan, scanning the three-block-long line to where his wife waited. Read the rest of this entry »

A Kid

October 13, 2010

He knows that just beyond the busyness and the people is the clear running stream and a good place to sit.┬áHe knows the shape, size, and smoothness of the perfect skipping stone, regardless of whether or not it skips for him that day. Read the rest of this entry »

Bedtime Stories

September 17, 2010

In lieu of stories from books, we told childhood tales to our grandson before we tucked him in bed. I made the first suggestion to my husband:

“Gary, tell Sebastian about Aunt Evelyn and the gingerbread.”

“There’s not much to tell.”

“Just tell him.” Read the rest of this entry »

A Family Portrait

September 2, 2010

Lost in the project, head down, a green crayon in my hand, I didn’t know where I was. Above each of the five children in the photograph I drew a balloon on a string. I had drawn them each a lollipop too, which they held in their right hands. All except for the baby. She was too little for hard candy. Read the rest of this entry »