CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN: Nuts & Popcorn |
Evan has currently been discovering the hard way that one might only spend fifteen minutes performing an act of supreme stupidity, but the ribbing that follows can go on indefinitely.My teenager's lif...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:34:00 GMT |
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: A New York State of Mind |
It was the last morning of our magical weekend, and we knew that it will be at least another month before we would wake up together in this peaceful little house again so we drew it out just a littl...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:32:00 GMT |
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Wedding Belle |
In the daylight, Matthew's beach house was charming, the rooms full of air and light; I was thoroughly in love with the place in two minutes flat.We woke up around six the next morning, and I made us ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:29:00 GMT |
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Rickshaw Rides & Rest Stops on Steroids |
On the drive down to Wayside, Matthew informed me that the rest areas on the Jersey Turnpike are full of razzle-dazzle - as he put it, "rest areas on steroids".It's a sentiment that he underscored by ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 12:09:00 GMT |
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: A Very Revealing Anecdote |
My oldest son Evan has a gaggle of adolescent friends who all tend to congregate here at the bottom of Cooper Street... and let's just say that none of them are aspiring rocket scientists.
As capab...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:59:00 GMT |
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Museums & Invitations |
Oh, it's Monday, all right, and we're starting with A Big Groan of Disgust over the ..@$*&^%@! SNOW falling outside my bedroom window.
Yes, it's snowing AGAIN. I've seen it snow here in Connecticu...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:53:00 GMT |
CHAPTER TWELVE: Naked Sleepovers |
Everything this week has been either WOW or YIKES; seven solid days of peaks and valleys as jagged as the Himalayas, and not a gentle slope or meadow anywhere on the horizon.
After a really crappy ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:42:00 GMT |
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Timothy Learys Dead |
Here's something I've been wondering about: if ignorance is bliss, shouldn't there be a lot more happy people around?
My younger son Dale has been considered "Emotionally Handicapped" since he was ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:38:00 GMT |
CHAPTER TEN: &and the Boggie-Woggie Flu |
I'll tell you one thing for certain when you arrive at the ER carried in the arms of a handsome blue-eyed man who ALSO just happens to be one of the executives who run the place, it really catches t...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:32:00 GMT |
CHAPTER NINE: The Rockin Pneumonia& |
As usual, I had to wrestle with the frozen hinges of my car door at six-thirty the next morning in order to take my kids to school.
I was nearly frozen stiff before the car heater made a dent in t...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 14:26:00 GMT |
