How many vivid memories do you have of your childhood?
Continue reading “C’mon, Flee”
How many vivid memories do you have of your childhood?
Continue reading “C’mon, Flee”
Fine, I’ll defend cinematic parenting for a change.
Continue reading “Mea Culpa (kind of)”
The subtext-as-text of Knicks fans’ obsession with chanting FUCK TRAE YOUNG:
Continue reading “If You Don’t Have Anything Nice to Chant…”
This one’s for me…but not solely for me (hopefully).
Continue reading “Let’s Get Rowdy”
Allow me to issue a Parallel–Mothers-inspired correction to last week’s plea for more offspring-rejection in the arts:
Continue reading “Clarification”
As Knicks fans flooded out of Madison Square Garden on Tuesday night, their chants could be heard ringing through the rafters after a triumphant defeat of the Indiana Pacers.
Continue reading “A Rallying Cry (A Crying Rally?)”
In this house, BCC isn’t an email acronym.
Continue reading “BCC”
Maybe there’s some credence to the theory that nostalgia kicks in roughly two decades later:
Continue reading “‘Member the Aughts”
George Saunders and I share the belief that how people engage with art can serve as a template for how to engage with life.
Continue reading “Darwin Award”
So I saw the latest Broadway revival of Company on Monday night.
Continue reading “One of One”