Our son walked in the front door, red cheeked and grinning, after soccer practice. His blue gym bag was slung over his shoulder, and he still wore his shin guards and cleats. “Hey Mom, you know those fart cards your friend gave you?” My local writing buddy, after reading my Lost Balls post, and about … Continue reading The Swart
“So, have you noticed that irony is super trendy now?” I dealt Phase 10 cards to Amy and my two kids. “‘The Ironic Generation.’ I keep hearing that. What does that even mean? That people want to live off the grid, yet they can’t survive without Facebook and Twitter?” Amy fanned and arranged the cards … Continue reading Ironic table talk
After our son’s doctor pronounced him perfect at his seven year checkup, she said, “We don’t need to see him again for a long while. These next few are the golden years of childhood.” She tipped her head toward our boy, “They become much more independent over the next few years – pouring their own … Continue reading Training em up for Euchre
Butterfly Mind 