And now this kid. How is he fourteen? It was just yesterday he was running around the house in a onesie and hiding all the spoons in the house under his pillow. We still don't know what that was about. This one likes music, like me. Some years ago he was learning Ode to Joy… Continue reading Fourteen
Twelve
This kid. It took us twelve years to get a natural smile out of him in a picture. But look at that grin. It might have been worth the wait. The toddler who hated meat ("It's chewy!") wants steak for his birthday dinner. The little boy who dreaded thunderstorms now comforts his doggie when she… Continue reading Twelve
‘Tis(n’t) the Season
“I still really want a football,” Elias said last week. “What happened to the one you got for Christmas?” I said, helping myself to more pasta. “I didn’t get one for Christmas.” “What? Yes you did. It was on your list and I got you one.” “Well, WE did,” Paul said. “That was from both… Continue reading ‘Tis(n’t) the Season
Dad’s Seat
My brother and sister and I went to Uncle Fred's funeral last week and sat in my father's pew. We didn't grow up with Victorian era Church of England assigned seating. We grew up with women on the left and men on the right, everybody singing four-part a cappella harmony. You don't need a piano… Continue reading Dad’s Seat
The Winter Dregs
My peonies look dead. Dead dead. They look like snapped-off twigs somehow sticking up out of the ground. I noticed them especially today because a coworker mentioned that spring was coming and soon I'd have peonies again. I usually take some blooms and put them on my desk; it's where I spend most of my… Continue reading The Winter Dregs