As the helmeted drivers made their introductory laps to the wild cheers of the crowd, I realized I’d never been to the derby before. I must have been too busy being aggressively uncool in high school. Too bad – this was GREAT.
Hello from North Haven! By the light of a pink and purple sunset, the Hebrew calendar ticked over last night from 5777 to 5778. My husband and three-year-old daughter and I invited a few other families – none of them Jewish – to share the evening with us, and we laughed as the kids took […]
Later that evening, as I kept Pen company in the bathroom, she turned to me and said, “You and daddy are such frustrating babies!”
For that back-to-school scourge, hand, foot and mouth disease, has broken out in the midcoast, and that includes North Haven. My three-year-old hasn’t escaped.
Planet Earth is a difficult place to be right now. Our place names – Charlottesville, Mumbai, Mexico City, Houston, Barbuda, Yemen, Syria, Mosul – conjure up devastation, whether human-made or nature’s wrath, and there’s not an end in sight. We seem ever more fragmented into microscopic factions. Maybe that’s why extraterrestrial goings-on are all the more appealing.