Angaston, South Australia: Happy birthday to goddaughter Stella

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I’m about to say something that’s hard to believe. Very hard to believe. Almost impossible to believe, in fact.

Our goddaughter Stella turns nineteen today. No, wait, that’s just not possible. Let me go back and recalculate.

Let’s see. This is 2018 and she was born on January 23, 1999. Eighteen minus nine equals nine…carry the one…ten minus nine equals one. Oh, my god, she really is nineteen today.

I am tempted to tell you that Stella is beautiful and brilliant, but her father has always reminded me to reverse the order of those words.

When she was just seven or eight years old I asked her what her favorite subject was in school. She quickly said, “Spelling. Go ahead. Give me a word.”

Well, I’m almost embarrassed to admit this, but in an hour of trying, I could not stump this petite Brainiac. For god’s sake, man, I’m a professional writer with an extensive vocabulary, yet I could not come up with a single word this eight year old was unable to sound out and easily spell.

Stella has only gained brain cells in the intervening years. She and brother Jack currently attend the same elite east coast university. When we were texting back and forth last week, I asked what classes she’s taking.

“This semester,” she said, “I’m taking Italian 2, intro economics, history of global cinema before the 1960s, and Neo Confucian Chinese philosophy.”

Crap. I barely got through English Composition in junior college and Stella’s taking Italian and Neo Confucian Chinese philosophy at a school whose admission committee would have enjoyed a hearty laugh at my expense had I been foolhardy enough to submit an application.

Stella’s also an accomplished jazz pianist who’s played at some of Los Angeles’ top venues. She’s an outstanding athlete who medaled in tennis at the Maccabi Games, and who won a basketball game for her high school team by hitting nothin’ but net from the corner of the court as time expired. She has an infectious sense of humor and a huge, beautiful smile. And as you already know, she’s a damn fine speller.

Happy birthday, Stella. Jamie and I love you and would do anything for you.

(But if you need help with your Neo Confucian Chinese Philosophy homework, we’re probably not the right people to call.)

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    • Spitting image of her beautiful mom. I asked mom to send me a recent photo of Stella. When she emailed this one I wrote back, “I think you misunderstood my request. I wanted a recent photo of Stella, not a photo of you when you were her age.”