The boy and I are driving back from a morning’s peregrinations — hardware store (my idea, natch), bakery (we both agreed, natch), library (his suggestion) — and we were listening to one of his favorite songs on the Free to Be You and Me album: “When We Grow Up.” It’s
This image is of a Wonka-esque factory along Copenhagen’s harbor, taken by me using my sister’s cellphone camera. I was brandishing it out the window of a moving taxi en route to the Opera House and the beloved’s and my first date night with childcare (ever? certainly in a foreign
The deathless Malvina Reynolds, on death (and loving life). “This World,” 1961: Baby, I aint afraid to die, It’s just that I hate to say goodbye To this world, this world, this world. This old world is mean and cruel, But still I love it like a fool, This world,