Archive November 2009

A hoot and a haw 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Down day, man, down, down, down and, well, you can’t win them all, can you? You can’t be up and at ’em every day of every week of every year. At least I can’t. Maybe you can, or maybe you know someone who can, but I can’t, and today is proof because I’m definitely, undeniably down. continue reading »

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Reinstating Pluto as a planet 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† As you know, Shaw, I’m married now, but what you might not know is that we’ve decided against having children. As much as we both love and adore kids, the fact is that we love and adore other people’s kids. In a sense, yes, we’re selfish. I’m dedicated to reading and writing, Francesca to homeopathy¬†and massage therapy, and we want to spend our lives pursuing our passions, traveling, and making the most of our own lives and of our lives together. There are other issues, naturally, concern about the child being born (and then staying) healthy, lack of faith in the future and the world the child would inherit, and the heart-halting terror of the child’s teenage years. continue reading »

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Sick with the flu 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Well, it has happened already, buddy, right at the get-go I’m in the thick of it… as expected.¬†The mother of one of my private students, 10-year-old Alessandro, called to cancel the lesson two weeks ago because Alessandro was sick with the flu. I was pleased because, as you know, in the past, I’ve shown up to lessons and been greeted by a family of sick people. Arriving for the lesson with Alessandro last week, I was nervous. As we do the lesson in his bedroom — the heart of the virus’ realm — I started by asking how long he’d been sick. continue reading »

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Earwax, flypaper, spleen, and windshield wiper 0

Dear Bradshaw,

What you wrote in your last letter about that guy confusing your shoelace for a snake and then whacking it with a spatula was hilarious. I laughed so hard milk came out of my nose and I wasn’t even drinking milk. continue reading »

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