happy 28th

28 years ago, on November 11, Alexander was born. It was a Wednesday, just like today.

The world, and my world, were different then.

First, November was chilly.  Not like it is today. The last four days have been early summer weather, mid 70's and cloudless. But 28 years ago, when November felt like November, I dressed appropriately when I went to the hospital on November 10, in a heavy wool Morgane le Fay coat (that I loved and wore for about 20 years).

My dad was alive, and got to hold my son the day he came home.

Bill Clinton was the new president-elect, having defeated a Republican incumbent who didn't claim voter fraud and act as if he'd won.

My nephews hadn't even been Bar Mitzvahed yet; now two of them are dads.

Thanksgiving 1992

Nine-eleven was just another date on the calendar.

And the only people wearing masks worked in hospitals, were criminals, or were celebrating Halloween.

So yes, a lot has changed since my son was born.

There are days when he frustrates me. Days when he disappoints. And days that I don't understand some of what he does or thinks.

But it always turns out that no one makes me laugh harder, feel happier, or be more proud than my child.

Happy 28th Alexander. I love and adore you.

This was the last day I saw him ... December 26, 2019. 

Now he really should get his butt back to NYC to see me. It's been far, far too long.