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

OK Google

Did we just willingly place a recording device in the hub of our home?

KEEP OUT

using all the typical teenager techniques: the silent treatment, the slamming of doors and the threats of non-participation in things he loves