by Monkey's Dad April 19, 2020
An eloquent dream symbol, its crossing an achievement that long felt impossible. "Last night, I dreamed I walked across the bridge", she told him, "all by myself, all the way to the other side of the river."
by Monkey's Dad January 15, 2023
The era when a phone call may be your only means of connecting with a loved one.
... with a hat tip to Colombian Nobel-prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez for his 1985 novel Love In the Time of Cholera.
... with a hat tip to Colombian Nobel-prize-winning author Gabriel García Márquez for his 1985 novel Love In the Time of Cholera.
She wondered how long it would be until they could touch each other, see each other, breathe the same air. But he could call, she could hear his voice, and that was love in the time of callera.
by Monkey's Dad March 18, 2020
With hospitals, emergency rooms and ambulances over-taxed with COVID-19 patients, the strip-mall medical facility where you seek care for almost anything.
Having every symptom of massive heart failure, he managed to drive to the crawl-in clinic, a place he'd normally go for a cut finger. In the pandemic, it was his only option.
by Monkey's Dad April 26, 2020
A professional, on stage in a comedy club, who suddenly understands there is no humor in our predicament, nowhere he can take us that is any more absurd than the facts, and walks off.
Oh, he had material ... Mexico building a wall to keep Americans out... Ivanka's first act as president, pardoning her imprisoned daddy, children dying so the school cafeteria staff could return to work... but he saw that we had fallen beyond the reach of laughter. He was finished, a stand down comedian, and others would silently follow.
by Monkey's Dad July 15, 2020
With his stay-at-home Mom and his stay-at-home Dad, he was now a stay-at-home kid. Watching cartoons and playing video games, he was unsure as to why they both seemed so anxious. That was only for a while. Wasn't it?
by Monkey's Dad March 17, 2020
The sculptor had worked very hard to do this. His sculpture was exactly life-sized, colored and textured to precisely replicate the thing it was imitating, and, standing in the gallery, it looked like a living, breathing security guard. Except that it was not breathing, nor was it living, nor did anyone recognize it as a work of art. Or feel anything about it. Or pay it any mind. An example of craft for craft's sake, it had achieved a state of verisimehlitude.
by Monkey's Dad June 22, 2021