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Changing Times

I so clearly remember the absolute horror I felt when my father described to me his childhood. What do you mean you didn’t have color TVs? How do you listen to a show on the radio? No tape players? How did your grandmother do the laundry? How much did the movies cost? You couldn’t have [...]

Math Is Hard

The Nana was visiting last weekend, and while she was here, we decided to watch Walk the Line, the Johnny Cash biopic. In the opening of the film, it reads, “Folsom Prison, 1968.” Me: 1968! That’s the year I was born!Adam: Yes it is.Me: That was forty years ago, you know.Adam: Yes it was. A [...]

Busy, Busy, Busy

This past week has to have been one of the busiest ones yet. I feel like it was nonstop, and I’m not ready to collapse in a heap at my computer. What have I done? It’s all a big blur. Adam had a night out with friends, I had a night out with friends (hi [...]

¿Quién es el más macho? Not Me!!!

When I was 26, I quit a good job, packed up all my belongings, spent three months driving cross country to reinvent myself. When I was settled in Seattle, I’d sometimes look at my life in wonder and think, “Wow, if I could that, I can do anything.” When I was 28, I spent six [...]

Time Warps

Coming back to Miami Beach is something of a time warp. Oh, I don’t mean running into old friends or visiting old haunts or anything like that. I mean my parents’ apartment. You know how there’s that moment when you realize that your parents are verging on the edge of doddering? The thing is, my [...]