Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Price Tag

My parents maintained that Santa Claus came each year when my siblings and I were young. We wrote letters to him and enjoyed opening surprise presents that magically appeared between the time we finally got to sleep Christmas Eve and the time my lazy parents finally crawled out of bed Christmas morning. The Christmas Spirit was, to me, … More Don’t Look a Gift Horse in the Price Tag

Dear Son / Dear Mom

Dear Son, I try to love you, but you make it difficult. I see love as soft affection, listening considerately to my advice, and respecting my intelligence. I get calls and e-mails home from school about concerns parents have for their children who play with you. When I ask you about what happened; you respond … More Dear Son / Dear Mom

Writing Gaps

A short time ago, the plumber needed to make a house call. Given that our domicile is only five years old, we’ve had (in my opinion) an inordinately large number of maintenance appointments. -And, none of the children has flushed worse than wet wipes (knock on wood). Up until this visit, I’d had the house … More Writing Gaps