It was almost — quite literally — a Freudian slip. Except it was my trunks I’d left behind, something I only discovered when I got home. It was around a decade ago, during another cold winter, when the same impulse hit me: An intense longing for heat. Imagine my delight when I found an exc...

Our attitudes were remarkably different. Mine: reluctant and begrudging. His: eager and anticipatory, as though he were suddenly ushered into an awesome party he’d just heard about. I’m writing, of course, about Vlad’s first visit to the Apple Store, days after the 14 inches of snow that...

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It’s not that I didn’t believe the stories I’d heard. It’s just that I witnessed only two instances of such destruction. Specifically, I got my chocolate lab Belle from my sister when she was just past puppyhood and therefore less inclined to chew everything in her path. During the first fift...

Mostly it was a viral video moment, overflowing with cuteness. It’s only happened twice before with Zeus — a dead-ringer for Malibu, Vlad’s best friend from their NYC puppyhood. Specifically, it’s on our morning walks through the woods adjoining the college campus that we rarely run in...

While they sometimes outdo themselves, it’s clear that the forces of irony and synchronicity are always hard at work. In the same way, I’m reminded of my own paraphrase of a line from the Sufi mystic Hafiz (really from his “translator,” Daniel Ladinsky) that has helped me through many rocky mo...

After it happened, I did a little research. In the many thousands of Zoom meetings I’ve hosted or participated in, it’s never happened before. Apparently, this specific glitch shows up less than 1% of the time, and most estimates put it closer to fractions of a percent. The fact that it happe...

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It seems like the perfect metaphor for the past year (or at least my year). Last night, in the middle of a full-blown snowstorm, our drive home from a holiday gathering not only took twice as long, but also included one wildly swerving moment on the ice. Given that we awoke to seven inches of snow, m...