Hey Kool Thing, Sit Down Beside Me

I am a cultural nonentity; my own voice doesn’t reach very far. But it does reach my son’s ears. I do my very best to impress upon his eight-year-old mind that he must treat girls, and later women, first as people. To not look at a girl and assume that she is weaker, slower, less intelligent, or in any way less capable than he is.

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Elvis Has Left the Building

Last night was the annual barbecue at my mother’s nursing home. Though we visit regularly, I make it a point to go to these, because the alternative is the thought of my mother sitting alone and unattended in a sea of cohorts who laugh, and smile, and remember with their own families. So each August we…

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There Are No Words. Just Gratitude.

It is not often I am without words. In fact, I am not sure it has ever happened before.  I have wanted to write this post for days, but couldn’t, because there were no words. Other senses have left me before – anger once left me sitting on the side of the road in my…

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Could This Be Considered Emotional Neglect?

Quinn has never had a birthday party. His birthday is in January, also known as post-Christmas-checkbook, mandatory shit-I-have-to-fly-to-California, icy road- to-certain-death month. Since that is such a mouthful, I usually just say January. This year, on top of all the other fun that January brings, Quinn was sick as a dog on his birthday. He…

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