His hugs are so warm, so heartfelt, that his father wrote a poem about the experience. Now Dylan’s a father himself. We all look forward to watching the relationship unfold. That beautiful little baby girl is in for a treat.
April 30, 2006
April 29, 2006
99/365 MJ
Elizabeth Taylor in miniature, MJ was as tough and practical as she was beautiful. The first in our crowd to give birth, she held our gang’s poker game on its regular night, the newborn on display in his baby seat.
April 28, 2006
98/365 George
George and I didn’t date—we danced. We danced at local bars, beer rackets and weddings…we went to Harlem to dance at Small’s Paradise. We made each other look good and feel good. I hope he married a good dancer.
April 27, 2006
97/365 Steve
“I’m making you an offer you can’t refuse,” he said with an overtly sexual leer, stating a high salary figure. I smiled, thinking how I’d enjoy using his ridiculous offer as a bargaining chip for a raise from my boss.
April 26, 2006
96/365 Cristelle
She was abandoned at birth for deformities that disappear when you’ve known her five minutes. A lovely blonde with a master’s degree and a hunky husband, she has accomplished things with her unusual hands that I haven’t done with mine.
April 25, 2006
95/365 Gordon and Jeannie
One a male biology professor from Pennsylvania, the other a housewife from Texas, both raise opossum babies orphaned by road kill. Some are just inches long to start, their mothers hit on macadam where they sought warmth for their feet.
April 24, 2006
94/365 Lisa
Both breastfeeding advisors, we connected instantly and deeply. But then she moved away. A quarter-century later, we’re still best friends. Pre-email, we saved our letters and mailed them back to each other: chronicles of the baby years… school years… maternity.
April 23, 2006
93/365 Tony
Tony is the Contractor from Heaven. My friend said, “There’s no one I would recommend more highly…for any purpose.” Tony arrives on time, cleans up after himself, comes in close to budget, and has been known to walk my dog.
April 22, 2006
92/365 Willie
Willie tried opening his own small-engine repair business. I walked past the shop one day and found him sitting outside eating ice cream. “Business slow?” I asked. “Nope,” he said, “but I’m not in a lawnmower kind of mood today.”
April 21, 2006
91/365 Geno
“Thank you for the fruit basket,” I wrote to my office after my daughter died. “It’s the only thing I can possibly eat.” The next evening Geno stood in my doorway, his arms filled with every imaginable kind of fruit.
