Olympic Evolution

In Olympic years when I was growing up, I’d get home from swim practice and park myself in front of the television. I’d fantasize that I was Tracy Caulkins or Janet Evans or Summer Sanders as they won their gold medals. I imagined where they woke up that morning, what they ate for [...]

My 2nd Mother’s Day

One of the many highlights of my day was reading the *print* edition of the Sunday New York Times in bed this morning. Matt and I used to devote entire Sundays to this activity (only stopping to watch Hector The Dog eat his own poo on the rooftop underneath our window). Now I [...]