Category Archives: The Lot of It “Mommy, I need you.” I walk to the couch, lean down, place my hand on his cheek, and kiss my son’s head. His hair smells like the playground – dirt and mulch and little-boy sweat that isn’t yet drenched in testosterone. Stinky, but in an innocent way. A little-boy way. “What’s up, baby?” I said. […]  When I was six, we lived in a small house with a linoleum kitchen near the entrance, a family room on the right, and a 70’s carpeted hallway between the two that led to our bedrooms. Mine was at the end on the left, and my younger brothers shared the one on the right. On […]  As I wrapped my little boy’s lifeless hamster in tissues and ziplocks, readying him for a later burial and for a for-now freezer-stay, I remembered my childhood, and felt the blue vinyl sticking to my legs while crying with my brother in the back seat of my mom’s car. We were on the way to […]  I asked my six-year-old son what he’d be if he were a crayon. “What do you mean?” he said. “Like the color?” “Sure,” I said. “Gold,” he said, “Because gold is awesome. It’s treasure.” “What else?” “Nothing. Pencils are better because they have erasers,” he said. “True,” I said. “But gold is a pretty awesome […]  “I hate her!” I said. “I understand that you feel like you hate her. You’re hurt,” my dad said. “I’m not hurt – I’m pissed off!” I said. “You’re also hurt,” my dad said. “And, while it feels like hating her is hurting her back, it’s only hurting you. She’s going about her life, either […]  Do you ever wonder what life will be like in 100 years? Each week, my six-year-old boy is supposed to bring his completed homework assignment to school on Friday. The packet rides home in his backpack Monday or Tuesday, giving us plenty of time to review 14 spelling words, line up paper squares into columns of […] |
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