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Sticks & Stones
They paged me last night at a youth event to let me know my son had injured his toe. Apparently, he'd left a trail of blood from the incident site to the bathroom. I finished my conversation, found a toenail clipper and band aid in the car and headed into the boys'...
Leggings Aren’t Pants
***A Public Service Announcement*** Brought to you by People Against Public Exposure (PAPE) Alas, it is one most regrettable fad, A trend that is lazy, indecent, and...bad. It's defenseless and trashy. That is my stance. Once and for all, LEGGINGS AREN'T PANTS!...
Far & Away
Since the only consistent thing in life is change, it should be no surprise that once we adjusted to sending our child off to college, she glanced at the horizon and discovered she hadn't ventured quite far enough from home yet. One in ten undergraduates study abroad...
Valentine Boxes
Bless me, Father, I still do valentines for my grown up kids. I'm five years past the classroom Valentine's Box hoopla of hunting down a shoe box and trying to decorate it about half an hour before bedtime the night before. The grocery store Valentines that we...
Sink or Swim
My father's brand of parenting was both efficient and effective. With five children, perhaps he lacked the time to coddle, or more likely, his military bearing precluded the impulse. I learned to ride a bike by careening downhill in the backyard, honing my steering...
Christmas Kisses
After a brisk winter storm or two in my area of the country, when the last of the tenacious rust-brown oak leaves have finally stopped clinging to the branches, a hawk-eyed hunter can usually spot clumps of mistletoe hanging high at the tops of oak trees. I spied...