Last year I had my a cataract in my right eye removed, meaning I had to start wearing a contact lens in the other eye. I began wearing contact lenses in high school, but back then they were hard little chips of plastic that seem so primitive compared to the filmy soft ones today that become part of your eyeball. (more…)
For the past few years I’ve had the privilege of picking up my grandson, Max, from school.
I say privilege because at a recent funeral for an old newspaper colleague, as I was leaving for the train ride home from Boston, my colleague’s parents, whom I had never met, and I spoke about this matter of picking up a grandson from school. The deceased never had kids, let alone grandkids, and his parents drilled home how fortunate I was to pick up a grandson from school. You are an extremely lucky person, the mother said.
I had never thought of the task in that way. (more…)
SARAH SHEPHERD PHOTO
In our household, Valentine’s Day is a low-key event.
Usually just a card exchange, sometimes dinner at a local eatery. But on my part there is an unwavering procedure: I always buy two cards, one earnest and schmaltzy and another snarky. (more…)
CARRIE HALL PHOTO Cold comfort
Last week’s snowfall in the city was, as they often can be, a gentle phenomenon with the flakes outside the north-facing windows dancing sideways and upward showing little interest in heading to a landing spot. (more…)
MARY LYDON PHOTO
In college I didn’t give a hoot about exercise.
Hardly anybody in my social stratum did in the late 1960s. And so I arrived at Navy Officer Candidate School in Newport, Rhode Island, as a cigarette-bumming, beer-chugging kid with the muscle tone of a dish rag. (more…)