The Swart

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

Snow Day Fatigue

Between “severe weather” days, delayed starts, and early releases, the kids haven’t had a full week of school since winter break. Spring will be here soon, right? I prepared this yesterday, giggling to myself, when I thought for sure the kids would have a snow day today.  They only got a two hour delay.  Now … Continue reading Snow Day Fatigue

Ironic table talk

“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

Lost Balls

Last holiday season, when I worked at the Barnes & Noble in Minnesota, a clean-cut 30-something man, about my age, approached me at the information desk.  His short, sandy hair was neatly trimmed, his face freshly shaved, and he wore a grass-green long-sleeved polo, tucked into khaki chinos.  He stepped up to the counter where … Continue reading Lost Balls