"I'm having a hard time reconciling going about my business while knowing there are babies out there that will not remember their parents because they were too young for them to have memories at the time they were stolen." I typed up this status message earlier because, I am without proper words and I don't really give a damn about the clean laundry I just brought in from the garage. Or the stack ...
Finding New Roads In the Summer of Adventure
Disclosure: I was provided with a 2018 Chevy Equinox in order to facilitate this post. A note to the Frog Princess, As we were talking about the summer plans a few weeks ago, I asked you what we should name this summer. With all the drama you've learned from your mama you proclaimed: the summer of adventure! And here we were. We kicked it off a little early during National Photography ...
On Wanting to Go
All that was in the house was percocet. Someone else's. I realized much later that there was something off about the excuse for those being in the house but, that is a different story for a different day. He was out of the house. Looking back, he was probably out living that 2nd or 3rd life I realized years later he was so adept at keeping. Again, another story. I was in my early 20's and not ...
On Your Last Day of Second Grade
Dearest Frog Princess: We are staring your last day of 2nd grade straight in the face! I have so many things I want to tell you. I don't even know where to begin. Tonight, as you were getting ready for bed and doing the usual "meaning of life" chit chat, we got into friendships, saying sorry and accepting apologies (or not). Every day I am surprised by your ability to read certain ...
5 Suggestions for Spirit Week at School
There was too much sappiness when I wrote about school the other day. I heard folks cried. While I'm happy about that (I keep a crying spreadsheet. For good cries, not bad ones. I get a special badge made when I make people cry bad cries.), I believe in the Yin and Yang of things and so, I offer some suggestions here regarding the end of school. Specifically, spirit week. Whose idea was it to ...
When You See What Others Don’t
The memory is hazy in my mind and I think it's held up by the scaffolds of my mother's telling. I must've been 5 or 6. It was early morning and my parents were set to go to Connecticut without me. Mami would tell of how I was not happy and how I asked her to please not go. Papi wouldn't hear it. He's the guy that thinks that kids are born conspiring against their parents and that somehow ...
