What if the epidural doesn’t kick in?
It seems like in every TV birth (I know, I know), they get to the
hospital and it’s too late for the epidural. I don’t think I can
meditate the pain away like Beyoncé described while giving birth to Blue
And even in the vestiges of his boyhood
in his overtures toward independence, he does what all our children,
grandchildren, nieces and nephews among him do. He is looking for his family. Even when he is letting go, he is holding on.
The only movie I can clearly recall seeing on the West Side screen is Lady Sings the Blues in 1972. My parents were finally splitting up the
same year that movie came out and I took to the darkness in movie
theaters from that point on as my own private Idaho of insular thinking,
mourning and disappearance. Darkness: visible.
There’s one reason I’d really like to
have children someday and one reason I want to get my tubes tied the
next chance I get, and they both happen to be the same thing. I don’t want to stop being a kid myself.
Playwright Deborah Zoe Laufer has found a vein of universality in her new play, Leveling Up,
using the world of online gaming in which players vie for higher levels
of power and accomplishment, as a metaphor for growing up.
For the last few months, my oldest daughter has been
debating current events with her best friend. My wife and I have been witnesses to her burgeoning political and cultural
awareness, and it has taken me back to my own