More than a decade ago this page was a crutch as I limped through parenting a lot of kids…and then one day I just stopped writing. I don’t remember why. Maybe I didn’t need it anymore. Or maybe life defeated me in ways I didn’t want to explain and so I just…didn’t.
To see what I’m writing now, click on my SUBSTACK. Follow along. Let’s see where this goes.
Latest Stories
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Things Anthony Says »
When Anthony came to us he was six years old. That very first day we knew we were in for a challenge. But we also knew we were in for quite the vocabulary treat. I’d had him for about six hours when I handed him a cup of soda and he said, “Oh…it just…
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The Feel Of The Food »
This morning I followed a trail of broken, dry, Top Ramen noodles down the hall, across the living room and to the garbage can where the empty plastic wrapper lay crumpled on top of the garbage. Yesterday it was an entire package of Coconut Dream cookies, bought for a trip. Before that, eight granola bars…
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The Downfall Of Duct Tape »
Today I laid down 99 cents each for those balsa wood airplanes for my three youngest boys. I don’t know why…an impulse buy at the register. Because, aside from being incredibly flimsy, physically incapable of flight and a total waste of a dollar, they are also the only thing in the world that duct…
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I See Clear People »
It’s a simple story really. A simple story with a big impact. I’ve tried to elaborate it. I’ve tried to embellish it. But in the end, it all comes down to a three minute conversation with a five year old. Here it is. I stared across the room at my oldest child in her bed,…
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Last Kiss »
As I sit here, one Hershey’s Kiss away from a coma, I’d like to express a special thanks to the makers of processed sugar for all you’ve done. I, a faithful servant, nay, slave, to your colossal power, would bow at your greatness if I thought I could get back up. I’d like to thank…