In the end, this is a kind of Mother's Day story. But it starts this way: When he was 16-going-on-17 my friend David, the atheist, ornithologist, environmentalist, and retired Fedex pilot, hitch-hiked from his Hudson River home to the Gaspé, where he spent the first of many summers watching birds. It was 1956, year of … Continue reading 16

Mother’s Day, with gas.

This year for Mother's Day I bought myself a SodaStream. ******** Two years ago, in my worst-ever performance playing the role of Mom, I did not receive the Mother's Day present I requested (for three years in a row), so I stormed down the stairs screaming, "I'll just buy my own damn Mother's Day present!" … Continue reading Mother’s Day, with gas.