About Life

Mistaken Identity

I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity

About Life

Solid Old

Nostalgia earns its brain space when it helps us retrieve aspects of ourselves we have forgotten to express and explore. I can be pretty goofy, and am often such with my sons, but I've become oh so grown-up in the rest of my chores-and-flaws life. I found my comical persona in a memory from my… Continue reading Solid Old