The Filth and the Fury

If you have kids, you have dirty clothes. Stains—disgusting, untraceable stains—stains that appear as if by magic, stains that appear as you watch, those ice-cream drips falling in super-slow-motion, almost as if you could stop them. Stains on their clothes, on your clothes, on stainless-steel countertops. (Whuh?) Stains from food, from dirt, from grass, from …

Let The Bambini Strike Out: It’s good for him!

Seemingly from nowhere JP discovered baseball about three weeks ago, when he demanded a glove and bat, started watching games with me before bed, made serial inquiries as to when we might attend a game, and also wanted to know when he could participate in his own “big game” (his phrase). I was a little …