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Good morning and welcome to the First Ever Fathers Day Hotline. Please listen carefully as we have never tried this before. If you never listen, please press buttons at random. We understand. Drive this like a remote control race car…
The mural joined us in the fall of 2006. It was painted in acrylics over the space of a few weeks. The finishing touches emerged, swirling into corners and bleeding occasionally onto the ceiling and spattering, no matter how much…
As I ponder the idea of no longer being a participant in the public school system, the thought that I am rid of fund raisers, done with dirty basketball jerseys, shed of tracking a textbook assigned ten months ago and…
Good morning and thank you for calling the Mother’s Day Hotline. Please listen carefully, as our menu has definitely changed. If you are considering parenthood, you’d better press 1. If you think that five kids are the perfect number of…
Good morning, and thank you for calling the Mother’s Day Hotline. If you are waiting in bed for a tray of burnt toast, spilt juice, and a macaroni necklace, enjoy the following selections at leisure. Otherwise, please choose carefully. If…
The thing about ugly crying is that it should be done in the privacy of your own kitchen, not in the grocery store. Trying to keep it together somewhere in the canned goods aisle is like putting your finger into…
Something I wrote a while ago and I want to remember it. I’m in mourning. My unsuspecting child hit the point of no return on his timeline. The moment when a boy becomes a man. I do not refer to…
The rising sun is still a suggestion, painting a faint glow around the window shutters. The house feels like calm clear water, a faint refrigerator hum, one sparrow singing his personal thoughts on summer flits off to another backyard. Here…
After freaking out twice last week, it occurred to me that I was not having fun. These were supposed to be the Basking Years. Teenagers lull you into a false sense of family cooperation that comes from the fact that…
I was a great parent before I had kids. Who knew my firstborn was going to practice base jumping from our rooftop into our pool on a bike when he was ten? Why would he eat a live grasshopper at…
