Somewhere in my house, buried deep in a bin, is a picture I thought of immediately when I read that Caroll Spinney was hanging up his Big Bird beak and retiring from Sesame Street. The picture I pretty much tore the house apart looking for was of my then three-year old son Vinnie dressed as [...]
I'm no luddite, but I do enjoy some simple pleasures -- long walks, good books, sidewalk chalk, porch swings, and climbing branches that hang thick and low. Earlier this week, we bought a rubber ball, an impulse purchase we scooped up along with a tomato and some sliced cheese. We spent $4.95 for the ball [...]
I want to be a charging station, a place where the risk-takers and dreamers I've raised can come to fill up when their admirable efforts to forge their way in this old world drain them. I'll fight the urge to tether them here and I'll even offer a fast charging option, though I'd prefer a nice, slow power up based on pure love and belly laughs. We'll sit around a table thick with memories, push aside Grandma's well-used dinner plates, and talk the way we did when they were young and squeaky voiced, but still so very sincere.
From her stoop in the center of a sophisticated city, my niece Erin has carved out a delightful little corner of Mayberry. She and her neighborhood gang enjoy a living-room-forts, frontyard-warter-balloon-fight, Saturday-sleepover, come-home-when-the-streetlights-turn-on kind of childhood, while all around them Chicago hums. They each have the necessary kind of scheduled activities that keep their parents [...]
Last night we trapped a leprechaun who sneaked inside our door We knew we'd snagged the elfin thief when we heard his squeaky roar. I tip toed downstairs carefully, prepared to call my niece Who'd showed me how to snare a sprite; she rigged it piece by piece. "We've got him now," I thought I'd [...]