Most holidays I call home. When I call this day, my mom answers. She seems pleasantly surprised. My siblings are there and their kids and their kid’s kids. It is a full house and per the holiday tradition the phone gets passed around. I say hello and happy mother’s day and the phone goes to brother,…
Category: parenting
The End of Summer
The day is hot. Hot, and I’m exhausted and sluggish and full of effort from the heat. So sluggish I say, lets drive to the river. All summer long I’ve insisted on walking or biking, even carrying inner tubes and life vests and water and food and shoes and towels and pulling dogs on leashes. Now I…
