I tend to write long cards on all of the various occasions, birthdays, anniversaries, and everything in between. So does my daughter.

Since Kim Kardashian announced that she was pregnant, photographs of her have been published on an almost daily basis. Equally pervasive have been negative comments about her weight gain and her choice of clothing during her pregnancy. She has been criticized for gaining too much weight, wearing clothing that was too tight, too revealing, and heels that were too high.

Before the first Mother's Day Eve and I shared a few years ago we excitedly went shopping for our mothers.  It was the first time our parents all met.  It was a lovely day and our mothers sat together opening their gifts and telling the other that they hoped we would get married one day.  I remember it well. It was a very happy day.  

As a follow to my blog last week about turning your technology off I decided to try it.   Yesterday I did not look at any emails or crack my computer till about 3 o'clock. I couldn't wait any longer...it was pulling me. I thought I had heard my phone say..."gotta check your email..." but I could be wrong.  

I am one of the few Gothamites qualified to opine on the virtues of age. Yes, it creeps up on you and suddenly you are "Mr. Klein" and your hair is silver (not gray). You learn to accept a new consciousness and state of mind (which still harbors youthful thoughts, desires and aspirations).

 

We had struggled with it for years.  My wife was more inclined to being open to the concept, where I was resistant.  I had seen and heard about it being overdiagnosed for years.  I felt ADD was something that often was a crutch for parents who would rather rely upon medication than instilling discipline, that teachers often relied upon rather than working to manage behavior.  While I wasn't completely wrong, I was for the most part...wrong. 

My regular every-other-Sunday manicure ritual this week included some interesting conversation with Fran. Fran and I both had a bit of a wait. As we sat together on the bench, she turned to show me a letter she was holding from the Jewish War Veterans organization.