In a Shakespearean tragedy, if you were one of the title characters you could quickly assume you would be dead by the end of the production, and you would be right 100% of the time. Romeo, Juliet, Lear, Macbeth, Hamlet, Othello… the list goes on. It was no joy being selected as the primary character. … Continue reading titular

skipping the miracle

I almost skipped Hanukkah this year. It was kind of like the Kranks skipping Christmas, in that mercurial John Grisham novel turned movie, with a cranky Tim Allen and an overbaked Jamie Lee Curtis. Of course, for them they had a tropical vacation waiting on them, while I was just going to skip Hanukkah because … Continue reading skipping the miracle

the third kid

I read somewhere, a long time ago, that having three kids is the most trying number, because once that third one comes, suddenly now you’ve got more kids than you’ve got hands. You can no longer hold them all back, unless you’ve got really long arms (or a kid leash, and don’t get me started … Continue reading the third kid