My son loved bowling when he was young, but like most children, he wasn’t thrilled with achieving gutterball after gutterball. Fortunately, there were guardrails. As if by magic, the guardrails would slide up alongside the lane, ensuring Skyler’s kid-weight ball would bank, bounce, and roll its way to the end-goal, nearly always managing to knock…
There is a nostalgia movement going on in American and British culture for which I’m 20 years too late. People for whom Ozzy and Hariette or Leave It to Beaver might have been some vague notion of aspirational, which is to say white, middle class folks of a conservatively conforming nature, look longingly at a…
Once of the challenges I have discovered is that being a polymath is fine if you’re a man and an Old World Master, but it’s an uphill ride for an American woman in the 21st century. With all of us bombarded with so much information 24/7, American culture is, now more than ever, a pigeon-holing…
When I was a kid, the first thing I ever wanted to be was an astronaut. Well, technically, the first thing I wanted to be was a cat, but when, at the age of 2, I ordered “French fries and Little Friskies” at a restaurant, my parents freaked out, and my feline dreams fell aside….
