Monthly Archives: January 2003

If I wasn’t around the previous evening, I can always tell what kind of nuts Jack was serving during McNeil/Lehrer Happy Hour because I find them whole and undigested in Jackson’s diaper the next afternoon. YES, IT MUST BE A … Continue reading →

. . . every once in awhile they give me a good haunting. This is a picture of me and Robert at the Columbine High School Homecoming Dance 1979. We met at a speech meet* the winter I turned fourteen … Continue reading →

I don’t want to bore you by listing all the stuff we found in my parents’ basement (and my old room, which was being used just to hold the overflow), but holy cow, there was some stuff in there. Matchbox … Continue reading →

Life-size Posters from the Basement that Time Forgot

My weekend in five easy-to-digest nuggets 1. I learned how to draw thirty-five units of insulin into a syringe, but so far no one’s offered to let me stick it into my dad. 2. Some seven-year-old girls have the big … Continue reading →

Lunch Sometimes what you need is to do is eat some Cheetos and raisins underneath the dining room table.

Tomorrow I’m taking the Nut back to Denver for several days to check in on my post-bypass father. He sounds great on the phone, but apparently the house is a tangle of oxygen tubing and expensive monitors, and the wind … Continue reading →

The first in a series Who: JOHN MALKOVICH Where: The bag check counter at Shakespeare & Co. on lower Broadway in NYC. When: After Dangerous Liaisons but before Sheltering Sky. What’d he do? Surrendered a flaccid suede backpack to me. … Continue reading →

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When casting about wildly for Christmas presents, Jack was inspired by his sister’s opinion that every girl should be given a bunny on her thirteenth birthday. While searching the Web for a good link for you (because I know you’ll … Continue reading →