Reunions

This was the first Thanksgiving I have not hosted in a long time. I originally intended to host.  I invited my parents and members of my family who don’t live here currently and asked them all to come to my house.  It was going to be a celebration of my newfound mobility, a six-month reunion…

Thank You: It’s Only Polite

When my kids were little, every time they interacted with strangers, I felt a little boost of pride.  Once, my kids were polite. My parents cared about politeness.  My mom had an old copy of Emily Post, where we would look up the proper way to do things.  Which fork goes where.  How long you…

Is Halloween Over?

  Halloween and Christmas are good gauges for growing up. As parents, we’re never quite ready for the changes.  They always seem to come too soon. But our kids let us know, in little, silent ways, when something, that was once important, loses its allure. The past few days, I’ve been reading a lot of…

It (Poem)

When did it all begin?   When a young man, or an old boy, Sat on top of me and held me down, In jest, no more than a game? When he hurled insults like snowballs, Battering my fragile self Into submission, To contrition, To belief?   I was a dog. I was unsightly. I…