grown ups

The toy brand's new product line contains "adult-themed" scents like "Overpriced Latte" and "Dad Sneakers."
  The air is crisp, the lunches are packed, and I may or may not be cheering: my kids are finally returning to the classroom
Although we can't undo the past, we can recognize a derailment and take action to get back on track.
It has finally happened. You are adrift. A raft of badly lashed-together memories and a few fairly buoyant facts: That watercraft is you. But thanks to an article in The Brown Daily Herald, the Ivy League university's student paper, you are listing badly. You are at sea.
It's a new strange truth of contemporary life. There are those among us who are immune to accident: safe from slipping on soap, or getting plastered by a passing bus.
To err is human; to forgive, divine," read the lines from Alexander Pope. Stephen Karam's The Humans currently playing at The Roundabout is full of both errant and divine behavior and a lot in between.
The mysterious, mostly disappeared world of LIFE magazine is all still there: Staffers hacking at typewriters, beefing about the managing editor, draining double Scotches and martinis before lunch. At least in my mind it's still there.
At 25, I thought I'd be working for a magazine, married with at least one kid and living in a big house. I would have a white picket fence and a perfect husband who'd do anything for me.
If I don't feel guilty about letting them watch TV, I feel guilty about letting the laundry pile up. When I am at home, my mind wanders to my work at my desk, yet when I am at work, I can't wait to get back home.