Meet Coach Gross (Okay, Not Quite)

Christopher’s recent tirade against rude skateboarders, together with our Tantrum about fathers, sons, and sports, reminded me of a dream I’ve been harboring: to become a skateboard coach. The phrase “skateboard coach” itself is kind of a contradiction in terms, at least for a guy like me, who skated for a decade in the late …

Is Your Child Mentally Ill? Yes. Very.

Driving home from Connecticut yesterday, I was faced with the following, unusual question from my wife in the back seat: “Is the baby bipolar?” After my double-take, Jean explained: A few minutes ago, Sasha had been bawling in her car seat, inconsolable. But, since we’d stopped for soft-serve ice cream, she was now cheerily cooing—180 …