The older I get, the more the lines of distinction blend in terms of traditional male versus female roles in the household. Maybe it’s just my household. But when it comes to making and packing lunches, prepping for a busy day of activities, cooking meals…
There is a wonderful opening scene in the film (not the TV show) About A Boy, where the protagonist, a dilettante Londoner, explains his disciplined approach to living a life devoid of complication or commitment. He calls it “Island Living”. It’s an ingenious system dividing…
“So, what did you have to eat?” “Well” Sebastian says, “Pizza!”. “Of course.” I say. It was, after all, a day trip to Dave and Buster’s with his winter camp. “What else? I ask. “Chicken Nuggets.” “And?” “French Fries.” “And?” “Cookies!” His eyes are lighting…
I tend to forget that Sebastian is only six years old with all this stuff that’s going on at this age: he’s learning to read pretty damn well, he is athletic beyond anything I could have imagined (Scholarship!), including skateboarding at daredevil levels (Sponsorship!). He has…