A new year….

So, my dad died.  It feels really weird to type those words.  My dad would want me to write those words though because more than anything he wanted me to write.  When we were cleaning out his things I found a photocopy of a fairy tale I wrote in ninth grade for Ms. Cuccorillo.  Even when he was getting foggier and foggier this year he still asked me how my book with Gill was coming along.  My dad was quite a writer himself (and a speaker – any of you remember his toast at my wedding????).  Dave and I inherited … Read more…

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving has always been the holiday we spent with my Dad.  Growing up with divorced parents meant splitting time during the holiday season.  Most times it worked to our advantage with things like two Christmas celebrations and double birthdays too.  My parents always wanted us to be home on Christmas morning so Thanksgiving became my Dad’s weekend.  It also meant that I did not have a home cooked Thanksgiving meal until I was 25. Most years we would get up super early and hang out on the Upper Westside and watch the parade.  (One year we got there so early … Read more…

Ok…..

Ok…. so i really want to keep a regular blog but writing long and consistent entries seems daunting. Actually, the most daunting thing is having to stay on topic for one entry or at least segue neatly into the next thought. (I just asked Justin how to spell segue and he asked if I meant the one that you drive off the cliff.) I feel like I have plenty of interesting things to say or report that will hopefully make the world a better place. All that being said, my blog is going to (probably) consist of a bunch of … Read more…