Why the Movies of My Youth Could Never Happen Today

I’ve seen E.T. at least a dozen times. No matter how many times I watch it, I still get a little thrill every time Elliot and E.T. fly across the moon. I weep with little Gertie as she holds out her flower-pot parting gift. I snuffle and gulp down a sob every time E.T. holds…

Micromanagement (Or Why I Decided To Back The Hell Up)

Every generation thinks the buck stopped there; thinks the generation that follows is going to be the end of civilization, the downfall of polite society, the scourge of the world.  Every generation thinks they were tougher, made of sterner stuff. Every generation thinks they are the last of the true survivors. “We survived walking uphill to…

Practically Perfect in Every Way

As I was frantically leafing through my copy of How to Talk so Kids will Listen to find out just how to address my five year-old who was draped over the kitchen chair accusing his brother of torturing him with a banana, I realized that my father would have simply walked to the telephone, picked…