I’ve always liked those Christmas trees caked in fake snow. I think they call them flocked trees. I didn’t know it, but Son #1 likes them, too. It seems he noticed that our tree wasn’t flocked. There was zero snow on it, and he had been expecting a snowstorm in the living room that wouldContinue reading “The Drive-By Flocking”
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The Water Closet
Public restrooms. Need I say more? Well, I will. I went into one recently. Normally, I mind my own business in such a room. But the scene before me played out as I was walking toward my destination, and I couldn’t help but overhear and be moved with compassion. A father and his very youngContinue reading “The Water Closet”
The Blessings
We were on our way to the in-laws in a neighboring state. “Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house, we go…” I was driving the vehicle. There’s not much else to do behind the wheel of a metal rectangle traveling at seventy-five miles per hour. Son #2 pipes up, “Dada, what doin’?”Continue reading “The Blessings”
The Rules for Life
Recently, Son #1 wrote a list of rules for living. In reality, it’s just a bunch of boxes and scribbles on a piece of paper. But to him, it means something. He was lying on the floor, writing furiously. Then he got up and stood in front of my chair to read his list toContinue reading “The Rules for Life”
The Snacks
I enjoy sunflower seeds. We have pictures of three-year-old me sitting at the bar with a red plastic spit cup, the seeds lying in a pile before me. I deduced that I was three years old because my parents sold that house when I was three, so I was three or younger when the pictureContinue reading “The Snacks”
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