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Sawyer And Cadence. December 2011. When you’re five years old and your 13-month old brother barges right smack through the middle of your epic army man battle, you’re likely to be mad. It’s also likely that in short order your mom or some other adult on the scene will encourage you to forgive and move on. […]
Rich and Ayden, Visiting Annie the Miniature Horse. Spring, 2007. Building Traditions Maybe we have already discussed this topic. If we have, then please understand that I am repeating myself because I feel so strongly about it. While you’re rolling along, being a parent or a grandparent or some other significant flavor of adult in […]
Sawyer, In Daddy’s Gloves, Watering and Watching (photo by Sawyer’s Mommy). When I was five years old, I ironed my father’s cotton handkerchiefs for a penny per handkerchief. (If those wages seem exploitative, remember that at the time, a candy bar cost a dime.) I grew up in an era where household chores were everyone’s duty and cash […]
Christmas Eve, 1973: My new hospital roommate wastes no time calling her adult children: I know it’s Christmas Eve, and I certainly don’t want to interrupt your time with your wife and children, but I thought I should let you know that I’m in the hospital. Well, they think it’s the same thing that killed your father, may God […]
So how was your Mother’s Day? Well, my mom and my daughter are both in the hospital, so . . . . My friend’s voice faded to nothing. Nothing. Like the postmark on an envelope that never was mailed. Another friend’s mother died about 10 days before Mother’s Day. And there’s another friend whose son […]
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