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Confessions of an Inadvertent Prescriptionist

So my daughter is home for the summer, bringing joy and great conversations and taking over my kitchen. I really enjoy both my daughters, but Younger Girl is such an emphatic presence in the house that you really know she’s here. And we talk. Oh my God do we talk.  And there are some tics in her language that drive me a little crazy. Such as? “I’m really excited for this vegan dinner.” The way I understand my language, the sentence above suggests that my kid is excited on behalf of the vegan dinner, which… Read more Confessions of an Inadvertent Prescriptionist

My Mother Went Out for Lemons

What is your earliest memory? Mine is from when I was somewhere between two and three years old. I’ve heard that it’s unusual to remember anything that early. So I’m unusual: when my mother was still alive I asked her if the following thing ever happened and (subject to the Rashomon effect of her recollection being different from mine) I can say that it did. As a small child my family lived in the top two floors (or more properly, the top floor and an attic) of a brownstone on… Read more My Mother Went Out for Lemons

Gallantry

So I got into one of those conversations with an old, slightly older than I am, friend last week. Who has a hard time with the idea that unsolicited compliments from strangers on the street is a bad thing. “It’s nice. It’s… ” he searched for the word. “It’s gallantry.” I think that in his head this phrase called up visions of Camelot, and courtly love and deep bows over the hands of delicately scented ladies wearing satin and lace (I’m pretty certain those are the images… I’ve known him for a… Read more Gallantry

We Must All Hang Together…

  … or, assuredly, we will all hang separately.* Being human is not for the faint of heart. Being a kid, being a teen, being an adult, a parent, the child of parents with health or memory issues. There is no age of being human that doesn’t come with challenges. Family helps. But family has changed over the centuries, and our idea of what family owes us (and what we owe our families) has changed too. Time was, if you had children, they were raised to be part of a support system–doing increasingly complex chores,… Read more We Must All Hang Together…