Thank you, Rep. Anthony Weiner

I got a chatty email from my friend in the Keys ... about Weiner Gate! I loved it! For my friend has been deeply depressed about losing his job, and this is the first indication I've seen of him "snapping out of it" and getting on with his life. He's even interviewing outside of the teaching profession, investigating how to begin his next chapter! This is all such good news.

I'm also embarrassed to report that my friend -- a man -- was more worried about the emotional welfare of the woman who received the text than I was. I was too busy snickering about "Weiner's weiner." Shame on me.

It's Graduation Day

It's hard to believe that the pre-schooler who used to insist we play act The Lion King by announcing, "You be Simba and I'll be Nala" is graduating from high school at 7:00 on Friday.

In fact, I'm not sure I do believe it.

She's been a distracted little bitch lately, but that's because she's so stressed. She wants out. She's mad at her mother, worried about money, and done/done/done (!) with this chapter of her life. I don't like it, but I understand it.

Still, that's why, though I admire the woman she's becoming, right now I really wish that instead of sitting in that hot auditorium watching the ceremony, she and I could just go off by ourselves, back to the park, where we could sit on the black top and pretend to be Simba and Nala, making our lunch out of the leaves and branches we find along the fence.