Author: Scott Bowles
My sister told me on Mother’s Day that I was going to be a father. Wait. That sounds awfully hillbilly-esque. Let me rephrase. In May, Caroline told me that birds were constructing a nest on my back patio. I was surprised to hear. Normally Esme stands pretty firm in her patrol of the house, which she …
After more than 15 years, I went into a Dunkin’ Donuts. Or, more accurately, acquiesced to go after a friend threatened driving into a tree if we did not stop there for dessert. It’s not that I don’t like Dunkin’, or any other food in donut form. I think donuts should be on the USDA’s list …
A buddy of mine has a daughter, now about five. The first newborn I’d ever held, Audrey was. Now, she is razor sharp, like her moms n’ pops. I visited them recently, impromptu pizza. Usually, we do magic together, a vanishing act where she materializes from the ether. “Do you want to do the magic …
Michael should be 50 today. I should be giving him shit about AARP. He didn’t quite make it, 47. Brain tumor, angry and aggressive and an appetite to die for. But at least twice a week, I want to call him, to chat documentaries or The Simpsons or The Braves or how much worse the …
The sterile, white walls of the UCLA Medical Center beckoned me through her emergency room doors again recently. Only this time, for once, I got to see the behemoth vertically, with a peripheral view. Normally, it’s the horizontal perspective of fluorescent lights you enjoy from the gurney. But I was there with friends who …
I was at Disneyland for the Fourth of July (or, as dogs refer to it, Annual Armageddon Day). And while normally I chafe at Disney’s corporate worldview and misogynist fairy tales in perpetuity, I get why the Mouse House boasts that it’s the happiest place on earth. If you’re the right age, perhaps it …
I dreamed of Michael last night. Like 99.4% of my dreams, I don’t remember the details. Just that we are always doing normal stuff, kids killing time. And when I wake up, I feel uplifted, charged for a nebulous reason. Like we’d just spoken on the phone, or I just left his place. He …
(Photo by Caroline)
