Are “things” all about emotional baggage?
No. Definitely not a pyramid. (I would’ve heard the dragging of stone and moaning of exertion.) Couldn’t be the Colosseum. (Insufficient ceiling height.) The Taj Mahal? (No reflecting pool.) I was ticking off the list of wonders in my head, trying to recollect each and every one in its splendor and significance. Seven, right? Surely, […]
Seventeen. The magic number, apparently. One backyard, one clear night, 1100 square feet, and seventeen kids. No, this is not a commercial announcement for a crazy new reality TV show, though maybe it ought to be. No, this time I didn’t “just say no”. I said yes – to… count ’em… seventeen sleeping in my […]
I thought it would be a quiet weekend. It was. A little too quiet. My son seemed off. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Though he had friends over one evening, there were two nights in a row when he was up at strange hours, walking around. Not his usual behavior. But with adolescents, […]
It’s Saturday morning. I’m sipping coffee in the living room. Pouting. Glaring at two red chairs heaped with files and books and mail. I’m trying to will the mess away. So far, not so good. . . Nearby is an 8-pack of paper towels, a 12-pack of toilet paper, along with my sandals, my kid’s […]