The other evening, my older son sliced open the side of his finger. We took a pleasant drive over to the Emergency Room at ten o’clock and by five the next morning, he was sewn up as good as new. The doctor was thoughtful and competent–it turned out our kids
Javier’s and Alejandro’s parents could have been in the same Lamaze class. Born days apart but in the same hospital in 1987, the lives of the children had followed almost identical courses: learning differences and attentional issues that turned into trouble in school, evaluations that turned up no psychopathology, just
I want to take this opportunity to talk about a player with whom I shared a season in the sun on an intramural softball team a scant three and a half decades ago. I may have forgotten every theorem from my Non-Euclidean Geometry and Convexity course from about the same
When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college – that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, “You mean they forget?” ~Howard Ikemoto
As I’m writing the newsletter this week, I am also actively, if sporadically, engaged in returning phone calls, answering emails, planning my next trip to see therapeutic boarding schools in Utah, thinking about what I’m going to get for my wife for her birthday, and giving some serious thought to
What kind of house do you live in? 1) Are you living with Annie Oakley and Frank Butler (originally played by Ethel Merman and Ray Middleton in the 1946 Broadway musical, “Annie Get Your Gun”?) Does your house resound with these lyrics? “I can do anything you can do better,
Next week, there’s a 50 kilometer race in Connecticut. A hundred of my new best friends (whom I’ll likely never see again) as well as a few of the gang I’ve been running with for years are going to head up to Danbury, hurl ourselves into the void, and give
“You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, When I met you. I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around; turned you into someone new. Now five years later on you’ve got the world at your feet, Success has been so easy for you.
My column this week is a “slippery slope” or “reducio ad absurdum” about what could happen if the kind of thinking in this piece: http://www.forbes.com/sites/jasonma/2012/04/01/why-to-start-preparing-for-college-in-sixth-grade/ were to flow to its natural conclusion. Here’s an except from the article that appeared in Forbes: “My other daughter is a different story. ‘Cutie
Here’s a riddle you may enjoy: What do Winnie the Pooh and Atilla the Hun have in common? Of course, the answer will be supplied next week–unless a gentle reader posts a reply in the comments section on the website. In the meantime, the following hint–from Groucho Marx–may be of
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