When Movies Take Flight

Our oldest son is thirteen. He’s in seventh grade and has peeked under the veil of parental guidance.

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The Big Drop Off

Today I bring my youngest son, my ten-year-old, to Camp Billings for two weeks.

Mother’s Day in the Bag

I remember liking Mother’s Day once. When bits and pieces of love came home in stapled brown paper lunch bags; carefully constructed art projects forgotten about until Monday.

Does My Hair Look Okay?

It was just a matter of time before he found the right look to shellac into place for the entire school day.

Mardi Gras Living

Fat Tuesday is today. One more day of revelry before we Catholics enter the desert of self-denial. One more day of Mardi Gras living before we morph into Sisyphus and roll our sacrificial… Continue reading