Thankful for what has changed, and what has not
Last night, erev Thanksgiving, I sat with a close friend at a Starbucks, up by where her parents live. She went to high school in that Manhattan neighborhood, so the mean streets of the upper east side are her old stomping ground. I grew up just across town. We were talking about our the death of my stepfather last week and the odd position of both of being parents and having parents who were starting to need our care. (more…)
