I promised to continue my account of the way our lives have been infused with theater experiences at every stage. Before I move on to our extended – and happy – years in Houston and Chicago, let me stay in New Hampshire a bit longer to add something important that I forgot to include last week. For six years, I was the teaching principal in a small NH town. Many of my parents worked in a paper...

There’s nothing like a good performance that sends you home with a glow of satisfaction. I’m thinking about plays here, but the same can be said of musical performances, that either tickle your funny bone or activate your tear ducts or – even better – both. That was the case on a recent night for Eureka Day, a play about a progressive school whose sense of community is shreddedby a lack of...

Having friends of mixed ages is valuable for so many reasons. It keeps you tuned in to cultural references that would be lost to you if you never left your age ghetto, for one. For another, it invites you to reflect on where things stood in your life at various points on the age continuum. That’s the one I’ll be focusing on here. We recently invited two delightful people to dinner. L. had been...

The other night I had a school dream different from the usual anxiety-laden ones – you know, naked to class, forgot to prepare the lesson. It was unusual not just because of its content but because I actually remembered it on waking. My dream memories are more like snapshots than videos, so you have to imagine the context and actions that surrounded the picture. I am in my classroom with my...

One of our former trainer’s favorite expressions is “Motion is Lotion.” There hasn’t been much outdoor motion lately, with the temperatures hovering around the single digits and lower for almost a week now. So, I’m particularly grateful for the exercise regime our current trainer has constructed for me that saves me from becoming a complete winter couch potato. Amy was here for her weekly...