This is the short and the long of it . . . William Shakespeare
Sometimes things just don’t work out as planned. By the time Rhod got to my house with the boys after school, it was too late to dash home for his conference call. My neighbor had started up his jack hammer again, diligently cutting up his concrete walkway and the only place in my house where [...]
I had gotten pneumonia and didn’t get any shopping done for the boys. I laid around for a couple of days waiting for the antibiotics to perform their magic and thinking about what I could do for Christmas gifts that wouldn’t require any physical effort or dashing around from shop to shop. It came to [...]
Evan is only three years old but he’ll be sure to correct you though if you don’t say “three and a half”. How desperately they want to be one year older when those of us who have already gotten too many years on the board would sometimes like to subtract a few. When he got [...]
My youngest sister describes our childhood as “Little Women” meets “Lord of the Flies.” If you haven’t read either book, think of spending your early childhood years with a happy cocker spaniel and your later childhood years with a weird and mean-spirited pit bull. My father was an alcoholic or rather, he grew into his [...]
Life on the farm had turned gloomy with its own dark Bronte periods. My mother was saddled with a gaggle of drunks since my father and both of his parents lived on the farm and they were all into the drink: or in the patois of the Boomer generation, substance abusers. So there we were, [...]
I’m going to kill him when he gets back from Wales. How does one say in Welsh, “you are so done for”. He and the boys went off to a wedding in Wales and he forgot the suits. I had been a nervous wreck for weeks thinking about this trip. He would be traveling for [...]
He’s only three years-old, this cute little guy, and he has a fly phobia. When Evan sees a fly in the house he’s goes crazy. He runs screaming, “Flies! Flies! There’s a fly in the house!”. This is when it’s fun and rewarding to be an adult. You get to be a hero with very [...]
“Dead lions? You’ve got dead lions?” he exclaimed. “Yes dear I do, otherwise I’d love to go to the park with you and Mum and play Monster.” I turned from the sink and there he was, in the middle of the kitchen, staring at me, looking shocked and confused. I did actually, have dead lions. [...]
![](http://suzilive.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/taylorsfish-150x150.jpg "Taylor\")
The little guy finally did it. At seven years-old, he caught a fish after years of trying. I was in Minnesota and missed the event. Taylor froze the fish, happy to wait until I got back to admire his great feat. When I opened the freezer and took out the fish I saw that nobody [...]
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