Monthly Archives: June 2010

The main north-south highway in Italy is called an autostrada, a word that translates roughly to “American drivers better be wearing diapers when they’re on it. Otherwise they’ll have a lot of explaining to do when they return their rental … Continue reading →

When I was a child, my grandfather, Leo Bohjalian, would sit me on his lap, grab the massive throw pillow that was my stomach, and bounce me on his knee cooing, “Big belly, big belly, big belly.” This was meant … Continue reading →

Last month when I was visiting my father in Ft. Lauderdale, we had lunch with Jan and Saul and Marv and Linda and my dad’s girlfriend, Julie. I am in my 40s and they are all roughly my father’s age … Continue reading →

Sometimes when my brother and I talk about our late Uncle Warren, we find ourselves joking about the way he seemed to get married and divorced at least once a decade, or the way he hid name brand sodas from … Continue reading →