Pops returning home at the end of the evening, Castro Valley, CA. I watch him go through these doors to his apartment in the retirement community so long and hard now. Used to be he’d turn and wave and shamble off, only looking back once to wave me away (‘gwan
His first sentence, Hope Valley, CA. Behold, above, my boy’s first sentence (beyond a great number of “I [heart symbol] U Baba” sentences, each of which I have kept on their various scraps of paper). The scatological cant of this one, while a touch wince-inducing, cannot diminish my pride in
“Christmas Lullaby,” by Jason Robert Brown, eavesdropped after dinner early December last year. [Ed note: since it’s not hosted on this site (file size exceeds capacity, etc.), it’ll be less choppy if you give it a moment to load before hitting “play.”] I couldn’t help but re-run this sweet gem