I never thought of myself as the type to lie to my grandmother. She’s always been my biggest fan. When I was the lead in my high school musical, she memorized my blocking so that she could turn her head for my every entrance. She never wanted to miss a glimpse. Today she can quickly whip out a photo of the brisket I made for Passover or the kugel I made for Yom Kippur break fast (both her recipes). She’s been known to show them off unprompted.
After 11 years of marriage, my wife Kate and I are finally going to change our last names.
My three-year-old loves her preschool. Now in her third year there, she has friends she is close to, teachers she is comfortable with, and a sense of ease and ownership over the whole place.