There are so many stories to tell about such a wonderful person, who has made a lasting impact on my life. When I heard the news, I was devastated. When... read more →
From a very early age Graham was always very selective with his displays of affection. Smooches, hugs, kisses or snuggles were always doled out sparingly..It was a great honor to... read more →
I played on the Harriton chess team with Graham. He came very frequently to meetings, which always made me happy (since not many people came every Tuesday and Thursday). The... read more →
When he was little, Graham was a security-blanket kind of kiddo. His blue thermal blanket with silky trim was his constant reassuring companion. He had a curious habit of soothing... read more →
First of all, know that I am looking through rose colored glasses; I am one of two men who were privileged to call Graham “Grandson.” All four of this young... read more →
I had long lived with the delightful but often unnerving realization that my son was smarter than me. He spent his free time reading about and pondering math, logic, philosophy... read more →
From the time he was old enough to reach the drawer, Graham’s job was to unload the silverware from the dishwasher and put it away. At one point in time,... read more →
When Graham was four, I used the word “meditation” in his presence. “Oh!” he said excitedly, “we do that in preschool!” I amusedly tried to picture wrangling a roomful of... read more →
In Graham’s Montessori preschool, much of the day was self-led. That is to say, a kid could choose his own activities and divide his time however he liked. He might... read more →
(This is an excerpt from a speech I made at my dad’s memorial. ) As a kid I had a stuffed dog named Duffy. Duffy was one of those tattered,... read more →