Category: family
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My Glamorous Life: Entertaining Uncle George
Fam and I are visiting my 96-year-old Uncle George tonight. We love him. His complicated and somewhat meandering stories have been music to my daughter’s ears since she fell asleep in a cab at age…
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A morning’s tale
Instead of screaming, I turned on the faucet.
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My father, Maurice Zeldman, and his ZGANNT software
I asked Claude to write about the career of my father, the inventor Maurice Zeldman, as if I’d written it myself. Here, with no edits by me, is what Claude said.
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Who turned off the juice?
The whole 90 minutes, my brain’s shrieking, “You’re having a panic attack!”
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Far from the bullying crowd
The bullies who beat and mocked me in eighth grade were cruel and stupid. They despised intelligence and worshipped violence, although they would settle for athletic ability. The school blessed their thuggery by scheduling dodgeball.…
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Lessons from Cats: Jasper’s Clever Cleanup Routine
My daughter and I have three cats—all rescues: There’s Snow White, our 16-year-old queen and my daughter’s consigliere, who, despite requiring thrice-a-week medication injections to keep her kidneys functioning, rules this place absolutely. There’s subtle Mango,…
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Veterans Day Remembrance
“The life of an amphibious sailor was estimated at three minutes in combat.”
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Broken Blossoms
“Raising loved children is the only consistent and lasting healing some will know.”
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Strange Beliefs of Childhood № 99
My Glamorous Life: late to the pubescence party.
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The Valley of Hidden Sorrows
I have this friend. A mountain of unexpected medical debt buried his family at the start of last year. At the same time, the closing of his business stuck him with six figures of personal…
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Death of a father
Today Gerald Levin died. The world will remember him as the architect of the Time Warner AOL merger. But I think of him as a grieving father.
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R.I.Pete
It’s a year and one day since you died. At times, I feel your presence. I listen to your music every day. I miss you.
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Boys! Ragu!
When you were a kid, what was a meal you always looked forward to?
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My father’s story
When he was eight years old, my dad taught himself to take apart watches and put them back together. He supported his mother by doing watch repairs at that age out of her little jewelry…
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Valediction
When my mother was pregnant with my younger brother Pete, my father took her to see West Side Story in New York. My mom said every time the orchestra played, Pete kicked in her womb,…