Well, it’s sweater weather. Time to shave. This time every year, around the day Felipe the elderly little schnauzer won’t go out for his morning walk unless he’s wearing his sweater, I start to think about my own cold-weather wardrobe. Namely, the heap of wool that ...
The orthopedic nurse who was putting the shot into my knee gave me one of the nicest compliments I’ve received lately. “Those are some impressive quads you have there,” she said. “Thanks,” I said, probably blushing. “I cycle a lot.” I went on to tell her about my ...
Pittsburgh’s colloquialisms have their charms. I happen to like and sometimes use “jagoff”; I don’t “tidy” but “redd up” a room. And then there’s the way I grew up pronouncing Washington. Where I came from we said “Wooshington.” I finally got rid of that when I ...
We were sitting along the first base line, high up under an overhang and sheltered from the rain. To my left was a toddler, probably two-and-a-half or so, who was not watching the game. Instead, she would spend the next nine innings trekking up and down the several steps adjacent to where her ...
At first, mealtime was simple. Morning and evening, I'd place half a cup of the sweet potato-salmon kibble into the yellow bowl, put it down and then I'd take a step back as Felipe rushed in to devour it. I remember those days fondly. Now, every morning and evening brings a complex ...
“Tell me about 9/11,” my daughter said. She and her husband were visiting from Georgia last weekend, and as she’s wont to do, she asked me to tell her about her childhood. Grace has no memory of her own about the terrorist attacks because she was just short of 2 years old that day. ...
