Preschool of America Sadly Emblematic of America

When I went to pick Sasha up from daycare yesterday, a woman outside the building shoved a flyer in my hand. Tune into WBAI, it instructed, “to hear the real story of what is happening at Preschools of America from the teachers who have been fired for merely expressing their rights.” The second page went …

Jeepers, Creepers, Where’d You Get Those Peepers? (a.k.a. Si ves algo, di algo.)

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Superman! No, wait—actually, it is a plane. This, pretty much, is a typical excursion out of doors with Sasha these days. No matter where she is or what she’s doing, she’ll suddenly tilt her head heavenward, point, and say, “Airplane!” And usually, Jean …

On Wanting It to Be Worse

A bit of news came home from school last week: “The kids were exposed to a coxsackie virus.” What that is (I learned) is almost anything, from a mild flulike bug to something that causes nasty sores. Whatever: He seemed fine, didn’t show any symptoms, and (once we confirmed that last week’s biter was not …