Tag Archives: bad parenting
Drunk, Naked and 16
In front of Starbucks…87th and Third – 6:00 a.m. I’m watching a young boy stagger down the street with his pants down around his ankles, and he can’t be more than 16. Obviously out all night, a quart of Jameson … Continue reading
Blessed Are The Peacemakers
I get so much shit, for being nice, pardon my parlance, choosing to take the highroad since there’s less traffic on it, if you will. I’m amazed how often my cheerful countenance is challenged as though I suffer from some debilitating … Continue reading
Ass-ets
Only I would come upon a 16 year-old girl weeping, early in the morning, because she feels her ass is too big. First off, I never go by anyone who’s crying without stopping to see why. I’ve had so many … Continue reading
Excuse Me, But Whose Baby Is This?
I’m in Starbucks sitting next to a parked baby carriage, the only seat in the house. It’s a little after 8, late for me, so the place is already jumping. As I sit answering emails, suddenly a little foot appears, … Continue reading
Skirmish On Lex
A word you see often in Civil War books, and a favorite of mine since I have so many. A skirmish is an episode of irregular or unpremeditated fighting…a quarrel, tiff, spat or clash. I clashed alright, with a mean … Continue reading
Feeling Unlovable
My dear, sweet, late mother would always say, how unlovable I am. It was an awful thing to tell a child. I grew up thinking this was true, and that’s why men cheated, lied and eventually left. After years of … Continue reading
Marriage Below Sea Level
I truly don’t understand the modern family. It was Sunday, so I knew everybody, who wasn’t at their country house, was at brunch….New York’s favorite weekend pastime. There I was serenely eating my avocado and walnut salad when a family … Continue reading
Go Away Kid You Bother Me
I love kids, but sure didn’t this day with one sitting across from me while trying to eat my lunch. His mother, a woman in her 30s, was on her cell ignoring this little fellow who looked like a short … Continue reading
The Kid Who Hit His Head
Buying greeting cards is one of my favorite pastimes. Forget Breakfast at Tiffany’s…it’s more like, Brunch at the Hallmark Store, which is why I was in Barnes & Noble perusing their shelves since they have the sweetest selection. I suddenly … Continue reading