With the oldest away at college, it has been time for some clearing out. The immediate priority was the teen’s room, about which the less said the better. A shocking amount of material pulled out of every nook and cranny and sent on its way. Her section of the bathroom, too. I had a feeling…
Coming to terms with the big changes ahead.
Somehow the college application process changed my daughter, charmed her really.
Finding one’s place is an ongoing job.
Why do we pay taxes? What’s interest? Do you really need insurance to drive a car?
Thinking about economics and social strata as the kids approach big life decisions.
I’ve never been one to let a loose thread be.
Teleporting with the Hamilton Beach Model 10 “Malt Mixer.”
Why didn’t anyone warn me how brief the small kid phase is?
You know about me and sports. Did I mention my thing about velocipedes?
Or, why let a few incompetencies get in the way of the end of summer.
The hard days are compelling to talk about and explain, but overall summer’s pretty sweet.
Thankfully we’ve got to quit and go to sleep once a day, with the chance to start again.
Luckily when Jaden asked, I’d been on Facebook and had just the right answer. I’m not on Facebook a lot; I had to take it off my phone for all the usual reasons, FOMO, comparing people’s vacations to my sickdays at home with the kids, and outrage fatigue. Anyway, Jay was out of town, it…
My 2nd Grader has been eager to walk to school alone. Like many things he wants to do by himself, he’s ready, but not fully able. So in a compromise I get him to within squinting distance of the intersection where his school is, and he goes alone from there. This morning I was waving…
One of the joys and tragedies of siblings is how much the little one picks up. When my daughter was in first grade, I was welcome in the classroom, on field trips, anywhere. She was glad to see me until at least fourth grade, when she started setting limits of how much (or if) I…
Sometimes the raw honesty and directness of childhood takes my breath away. When I think about death, there is a brooding quality, a familiar one yet muted. Adults learn to push it to the back of the shelf. And there’s a bittersweetness; I think fondly about those I’ve lost and miss. None of this is…
