My five favorite Simon & Garfunkel songs: The Boxer America Keep the Customer Satisfied Cecilia I Am a Rock The track Bridge Over Troubled Water is not on this list because I cannot fathom ranking it. It is more than simply a song for me, because it is so inseparable from my mother.
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The Horizon Is a Beltway
On Monday I had a conversation about my mom with a fifty-year old woman who had also lost her mother. Her mother had been sick for some time, and she died peacefully in a hospice, holding her daughter’s hand. The woman told me her mother had had a stroke, but that somehow she smiled just… Read more »
Before You Came into My Life
I’ve had my Nike Fuel Band for 294 days. I know this because one of the statistics it tracks is how many days you’ve been “active”, and I have worn it every single day since I got it. I can’t begin to tell you what a great motivational tool it is. I am a little… Read more »
Scribbled Drunk on a Postcard, Sent from Somewhere Volcanoes Are
It’s tough to be upset about a day that includes a ten-mile run before breakfast, lunch at The Stand, and a trip to Disneyland. But here we are. For the very first time since Kelly gave me my Nike Fuel Band almost a year ago, I didn’t wear it all day. I started leaving it… Read more »
It Ought to Be Easier
It’s really hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that Tim might not make it in the NFL. It seems absurd to me. When my alarm rang at six this morning, there was a text waiting for me that read, “Heard Tebow was cut from NPR before ESPN.” My first thought was… Read more »
Friday Five: Favorite Led Zeppelin Songs
This one was tough, but I think it’s fair to rank them: Babe I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin I D’yer Mak’er – Houses of the Holy Living Loving Maid (She’s Just a Woman) – Led Zeppelin II Going to California – Led Zeppelin IV Fool In the Rain – In Through the Out… Read more »
Gonna Fly Now
I have been absolutely nuts for oranges and orange juice lately. I remember when I was a little kid I would go through phases during which I craved OJ like mad, but it’s been probably twenty-five years since the last time that happened. But now I’m drinking two or three glasses every morning and eating… Read more »
Mall Parking Lots / on Holidays
I knocked out a quick four miles after watching all the drama in Boston on Friday night. I spent most of the run thinking about Miranda rights and terrorism and democracy. And when I wasn’t thinking about those things I was thinking about how much I wished I could talk to my mom about those… Read more »
A Man Can Stand Up
My dad grew up in Somerville, spitting distance from the Davis Square T next to Tufts. When I was a little boy I would walk the city with him and he would tell me the fascinating story behind every brick and cobblestone. Who drank at this pub, how old this store was, this is where… Read more »
Sunday Afternoon
We had seriously considered going to Disneyland today, but my little boy had a stuffy nose and was feeling generally under the weather. He kept asking for, “Small World ride?” but it just didn’t seem like a good idea to take him. Instead he and I snuggled in bed all day watching The Masters. (He… Read more »