Monthly Archives: June 2015
Father’s Day
Father’s Day. The first time I really thought about fatherhood was when my older brother, Tom was about to become a father. I saw him transform. He built this cradle for soon-to-be Cate and for my sister-in-law as a surprise. He’d never built a cradle, and I think he may not have been clear about the approximate size of newborns because the cradle could have fit a family of four. (It later held a family of Cate’s stuffed animals). Continue reading
Dear Lady in the Steam Room with the Menthol
Dear Lady in the Steam Room with the Menthol,
When you asked, white towel wrapping your head and soggy torso, about to enter the steam room, “You don’t mind if I use menthol” (A statement disguised as a question) you were already prying open the moist door. You didn’t wait for my answer but I coughed up – “Just use a little.” You brayed, stopped short, door open, snapped “Well, I can’t only use a little. It’s a thing. I can only use the same amount.”
“OK, no, please” Continue reading