The sun shone brightly that early summer day as June hung the wash out to dry. Wet fabrics drooped over the edges of the thin white laundry basket and she sang to herself as she hung the baby’s clothes first, the older boys’ next. Tiny outfits, mostly white—a silly color that required extra labor to […]
Whenever I tell my father a cute or amusing story that exemplifies the glorious weirdness of my kids, he always replies with, “Well, you made them like that.” As if that’s an appropriate response. His tone is never complimentary and it implies that there’s something wrong with them. I become protective and also feel frustrated […]
Teenagers are gloriously weird. You can’t know what their mood will be from one day to the next, let alone one minute to the next. Yesterday, my 15-year old (The Musician) was “tired” from “school” (yes, those are air quotes) and while he had enough energy to go shopping with me, he didn’t have enough […]