Monthly Archives: October 2014

When I Grow Up- page 11

But then biology comes into play, because when I looked at baby Schuyler, I could see Julie, clear as day. I could see her big, round, vaguely sleepy eyes and her pinchable, chewable cheeks. Most of all, I could see Julie’s smile.

When I Grow Up- page 10

One of the nurses snickered and said, “Fraxadone?” Immediately, the entire room erupted into laughter. I’m talking about guffaws, too. Full-blown belly laughs. Believe me when I say that every single person in the room got the joke and found it to be the height of hilarity. Everyone but me.

When I Grow Up- page 9

your ultimate destination. If it seemed a million miles from the West Texas desert, it was at least half a million miles from scary, dirty Detroit. Dana suggested if we hated Michigan so much then we could certainly do much worse than Connecticut, and invited me to come stay with her and her husband for [Continue]

When I Grow Up- page 8

on the color spectrum. Our child was turning yellow. The hospital said jaundice was fairly common in newborns, and we should bring her back the next day to have her bilirubin tested. I had no idea what that meant; “bilirubin” sounded like a baseball player’s name to me. Not surprisingly, it’s not (or at least [Continue]

When I Grow Up- page 6

other lives in Kalamazoo, Michigan. (I know, I know. “I’ve Qot a flal in Kalamazoo. . . .”) We ran up huge phone bills, we sent letters, and we did what we could to develop a bond. I flew up to see her and meet her parents, who were immediately unimpressed by the fact that [Continue]

When I Grow Up- page 5

 academic offices, I became a Macintosh software consultant. In that capacity, almost as an afterthought, I was pointed to the still infant Web and told to “figure it out,” just in case it amounted to something.

When I Grow Up- page 4

was frozen in time when, as he stood in his yard talking to a neigh­bor, he collapsed mid-sentence from an aneurism; he was dead be­fore he hit the ground. My world was growing more and more complicated. It suddenly didn’t matter so much if I was a better player than the guy sitting next to [Continue]

When I Grow Up- page 3

and my personal favorite, Jimbobwe), radical change wasn’t remold­ing society. Even now, when I go back to see my family and drive Odessa’s dusty streets, I feel as if I’ve hit an air pocket in time, where people might still be voting for Eisenhower and running duck and cover drills in school. Odessa was a [Continue]

When I Grow Up- page 2

wanted to be a zookeeper. I realize now, I was probably a little con­fused. I think what I actually wanted was to grow up to be a guy with a lot of pets, which is exactly what I eventually did, so I suppose in that sense, I realized my childhood ambitions splendidly. As a child, [Continue]