For a long time now, my sister and I have (affectionately) given my parents a hard time because they can be kind of square. You know, like ’50s TV parents square.
But the nice thing about having Ward Cleaver for a father is that, just like on Leave It to Beaver, there’s always a lesson to be learned, whether you realize it or not. And over the years, me and the Beav — I mean, my sister — have certainly learned a lot.
Today, on the occasion of my dad’s 70th birthday, I wanted to share a few of those lessons. Most of these my sister and I cowrote and read aloud at a surprise party for him yesterday. But since we didn’t want to speak too long and bore the crowd in attendance, I kept a few extras just for this blog post. Continue reading
My niece and nephews (as well as my sister and brother-in-law) were in Boston this past weekend.
We had a really fun time. It was a great way to end the year.
The six of us managed to pack a lot of stuff into the three days, especially given the snow storm on Saturday, and when they left on Monday afternoon, the three kids apparently fell right to sleep in the car.
That’s one sign of a good weekend.
I’m turning 38 this week.
(Thursday, to be exact.)
I don’t tell you this so you can run out and get me a gift and/or a card and/or a cake and/or plan a party for me — though yes, any or all of that would be appreciated.
It’s more that I need to remind myself that I’m not turning 40 this year. Because all of a sudden, I feel like 40 is right around the corner and I’m not ready for it just yet. Continue reading
When my niece, Abby, was born, my sister and brother-in-law told me they were committed to visiting Boston twice a year so that I could be more a part of her life, and so she could see where I live.
They’ve done just that.
Now that I have two nephews, the same philosophy holds true.
And this weekend, the boys — and their sister and their parents — came to visit me.
Like Abby’s first visit, it was a low-key weekend, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have fun. Continue reading
Dear Marc and Ian,
I know how tough it must be to be two months old.
After all, I was a baby once too, and I lived through it with your big sister, Abby.
All you do is sleep, eat, cry, and poop, over and over again. Without even saying what you want, people pamper you and attend to your every need.
Yes, I know. It’s very hard work, and that’s why you’re always sleeping.
But I have to tell you, boys: sleeping all the time means you’re missing out on some really cool stuff. Continue reading
I’ve learned many things from my dad over the years, but the one lesson that’s stayed with me more than any other is this one: Don’t go to bed angry.
On more than one occasion, I’ve seen my dad get angry with someone, and then, almost without fail, before the day was up, he would apologize or clear the air.
Or, at the very least, he compartmentalized those feelings and didn’t let them affect his interactions with me or anyone else.
I haven’t always heeded that lesson, and too often I’ve actually done the opposite (with not so good results), but I’ve kept it in mind as the basis for what I should be doing. Continue reading
Unless it’s, you know, a booty call or something, you never want the phone to ring after 12 a.m. Especially if you’ve been out, and you’re, well, not sober. Because when people call after midnight, it’s usually not for a good reason.
But sometimes the phone rings after midnight for a good reason. A very good reason. Continue reading