by Jeff Namian | Apr 5, 2024 | Uncategorized
I really did. We all did. The text chains were buzz’n. We just had an earthquake, and no we certainly had no idea what to do other than panic. They just don’t happen here. It is known that Manhattan sits on a fault line, but everyone passes that info...
by Jeff Namian | Apr 3, 2024 | Uncategorized
I wasn’t an athletic sorta kid. But I was smart, which usually meant being a grade ahead of most kids my age. Puny, that was my norm. The part when kids picked other kids to be on their team was torture for me. If there was a minus zero draft pick, it woulda been me. ...
by Jeff Namian | Apr 2, 2024 | Uncategorized
The curtain lowers slowly at the end of act 2. Michelle is defeated and has somehow developed a weird limp for sympathy. She slumps demonstrating her loss of proactivity. However, she still dresses great, thank to my mother’s collection. I start getting...
by Jeff Namian | Apr 1, 2024 | Uncategorized
Michelle. My belle. How does your garden excel? What manifests Michelle’s garden? Oh easy, my mother’s checking account does. How silly of me. You wear the kaftan. You don the turban. You can forge a check. What a talent you are. And heck, I...
by Jeff Namian | Mar 30, 2024 | Uncategorized
There was one year when my dad was committed to a dementia ward while my mother stayed alone in their house. The plan was to move her into an assisted living apartment in the same complex as my dad, as living alone in the house was increasingly beyond her capability....
