You can only watch so much news. Every night, I now wrangle “the clicker” from Kathy’s FOX News-happy hands and rove On Demand for something simple, something funny, and preferably, something old that may feel like a comfortable sweater to Kathy. I...

The other night, Fred looked particularly cheerless.  As Kathy and I left his apartment, he implored with his eyes, “Please don’t go. Don’t ever go.” It was heartbreaking. He was lonely, it was clear.  The next day I was at IKEA shopping for a...

KATHY: “Hey, D-D, how old am I?"  D-D: "75."  KATHY: "Oh shit, I was afraid of that! (pause) How old?"  D-D: "75."  KATHY: "Oh, shit! (pause) 95?"  D-D: "75."  KATHY: "Ah, shit. Well, I guess it’s...

They met at 11 months in a nanny share.  From the beginning, it was a certain sort of special love. It was sweet and accepting and full of baby gibberish that only the two shared and and only the two understood. They would hide under the dining room table and babble...

Kathy apropos of nothing: My Grandpa Kay was really really great. He loved kids and he knew just how to talk to them. But my Grandpa Murdock was a pfuff. The only thing he said around kids was, “Get them out of here.” The most fun I ever had with my...

Kathy’s dog, Arthur, had a cyst removed yesterday. The vet prescribed him post-op antibiotics and pain killers. I (stupidly) left the pills on the kitchen table this evening before hitting an event.  When I returned, one of the pain killers was gone and the...