Self-Parenting

Last night my son decided he didn’t want to be an artist anymore. I’ve been encouraging him to take an art class for several years, but he resisted, choosing to work on his art in private, in a bubble, without anyone telling him how to draw and without having to compare his work to others.…

In A Flash

I dialed 911 for the first time in my life. Picking up the phone to do it, I thought to myself, I’m dialing 911. I’m scared. Is my life going to change forever in the next five minutes? It was my dad. He’s 80. He’s 80, in really good shape, but tripped on a step…

To Friendship

My daughter came home last night from play practice sprinting for the phone. “I have to call her. It will only take one second. I have to tell her!” She pleaded with me. I told her no, she needs to go to bed. Then I looked at her and she had the look. It was…

“There’s a Fine Line…”

Last week proved to be quite dramatic in our house, one marked by a constant reminder of how thin a line it is that we walk in all aspects of our lives. The most obvious drama we experienced was one revolving around Holy week and one in which the Christian calendar and Jewish calendar overlapped.…

Epiphanies

Yesterday, I ran across my son’s infant cap hat that he wore home from the hospital. I stood there in front of the closet, staring at this tiny thing in the palm of my hand and took a deep breath. It’s all gone so fast. It feels like a week ago when we brought him…

What’s Up with the Artichoke?

Since I’ve had several people (okay, just about everyone) ask me for the meaning behind the Artichoke reference in the title of the blog, I shall explain: In my opinion, everything in life can be explained in terms of an artichoke. In the case of my title, the artichoke is referencing family (the Aristotle is…

Go With Your Gut

On Monday, Lego Boy’s (our son) eye specialist confirmed that his vision disorder is now successfully corrected. This made me feel the need to reprint an article I wrote for Chicago Parent in November of ’07 (names are changed to protect the innocent) in order to spread the word about vision disorders. Through our experience,…