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While walking with my 8-year-old son near our home in Manhattan, he spotted a purple swastika scrawled across a billboard advertisement. As I took in the complexities of the situation, my son uttered words that made my heart break…
It was a very risky idea, given how much he wanted Beats headphones ($200 headphones for a kid?) and a Wii. But this past week I gave my tween-age son his holiday present, choosing to surprise him with the gift of an experience over a thing.
Here’s what came out of his 5-day art class (and I’ve got the pictures to prove it!)…
The night I handed my 11-year-old a handmade card describing his holiday gift from me, he glanced at it quickly then looked back in the envelope as if to say, “That’s it? Is there cash in here at least?” But that was it — five days with a small class in an artist’s studio in SoHo, NYC.
He was dubious.
When the elevator opened right into the studio the next morning, five other students turned to look at us. There were two boys who appeared to be high school seniors (one of them sporting Beats), and a few adults who had the air of honest-to-goodness artists already. The teacher seemed like he might need a second cup of coffee as he casually pointed to a table where my son should sit.
As I left, I said a desperate prayer to the holiday gods, asking for this not to be a total disaster.
My son called me several times that day asking what I was doing with his younger brother, who is also on school vacation. “We’re sitting here doing absolutely NOTHING,” I replied, hoping not to make him jealous. “You’d be BORED OUT OF YOUR MIND!”
By the end of the first day, he brought home this:
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I think it’s the perfect gift for the holidays. But how will my son react when he finds out where I’ll be sending him for the next five days?
This fall, my two children moved from a warm and caring New York City public school where a large percentage of the students live at or near the poverty level to a progressive private school comprised of many families in (or close to) that much-scrutinized 1%, to use the Occupy Wall Street parlance.
What has the change meant for the kids on a day to day level?
One of the most obvious things is that they have come face-to-face with the stark reality of America’s income inequality. For them, this is most apparent in the size of their friends’ homes. While many of their old playmates live in cramped apartments in government subsidized housing, a sizable number of their new friends live in cavernous lofts and single-family townhouses. As is human nature for children and adults alike, my kids are prone to comparing what our family has to what they perceive is bigger and better.
I’ve been spending a lot of time lecturing them about the detriment of “keeping up with the Joneses” and the false trappings of materialism, but that tends to fall on deaf ears. I also point out endless examples of good people really struggling, including the families who experienced massive loss during our recent storms here in the Northeast. Read the rest of this entry »
I realize this title might sound a bit provocative, like the outcome of a game of Truth or Dare gone terribly awry.
But this month I participated in museum-sanctioned nakedness and submerged myself in a one-of-a-kind exhibit dubbed the Giant Psycho Tank — a sensory deprivation pool of heavily salinated, skin temperature water.
If you’ve spent any time in NYC in the past few weeks, it’s hard to miss the ads announcing this exhibit by artist Carsten Höller at the New Museum. Since its opening, visitors have been flocking to the Bowery to try out some of the experiential installations for themselves.
I didn’t intend to stand in line for the Psycho pool, but I had just gotten seriously banged up on another one of Höller’s pieces, a 100-foot metal tube slide which drops visitors down an Alice in Wonderland-like shoot at high speed into a room full of life-size neon crocodiles and hippos and rapidly flashing lights (not recommended for those who have visually induced seizures or a whole host of other conditions, the Museum warns).
True, I had been told to keep my arms together until I landed on the mat two floors below, but a primal survival instinct caused me to put out my hands at the bottom to stop myself from crashing to the floor. Call me crazy. My right hand instantly swelled, which I was told by one of the security guards “has been happening a lot around here,” adding, “You’re just lucky it wasn’t your head.” Read the rest of this entry »
Bright and early this morning, my 8-year-old son and I walked over the Williamsburg Bridge to Brooklyn for our annual NYC Marathon ritual.
This fall rite involves hot chocolate for him and a cappuccino for me as we stake our positions in a patch of sunlight near the 11th mile marker.
If we time it right, we get to watch all of the top runners go by. But we’re really there for the excitement of the elite wheelchair race.
In the early hours the sidewalks are pretty deserted, so we’re among the few at that stretch to cheer them on. We try to learn a bit about them in advance: Krige Schabort was a soldier in the South African army when a bomb explosion took his legs. Two years later, he began to race wheelchairs. Tatyana McFadden was born with spina bifida and left at a Russian orphanage as a baby. She was adopted by an American family who introduced her to sports.
You don’t have to have a child with you to be reminded of the lessons on Marathon Day. The importance of showing up for other people – especially when it’s early and cold and no one else is there. How all of the racers – not only those in wheelchairs – have some personal challenge to overcome, making them heroes of their own journeys.
When our hands were numb from clapping and our throats were scratchy from all our boisterous encouragement, we walked back over the bridge towards home.
Watching the finish results on-line, we were left with few more ideas to ponder together, not the least of which can be the ick factor of marketing (bullet #3) …
- The favored wheelchair racer, Kurt Fearnley of Australia, snapped the steering mechanism on his chair and came in second to Masazumi Soejima of Japan. “In the end that’s racing. Some days it goes your way and other days it goes the other way.”
- Geoffrey Mutai, the male winner and course record setter: “I try at the last minute to push it a little more. We all worked together – and then it was time to push it. For me, I was trying to run my own race.”
- Meb Keflezighi, the sixth-place overall winner: “I felt strong going into it, training at high altitudes in my SKECHERS GOrun racing shoes, which definitely made a positive impact on my running. I’ve been a heel strike runner my entire life, but SKECHERS’ mid-foot strike technology has helped me adjust my stride to be more efficient.”
Signing off now to put on our own somewhat ratty sneakers & to enjoy this beautiful NY afternoon!
Ps – I should mention that my son took all of these pictures — except the one of himself!