Overheard…

I: So what exciting happened at school today? The boy: I really enjoyed questioning my science teacher. I: About what, specifically? The boy: I like pointing out different ways of interpreting answers to questions posed by the teacher. I: For example? The boy: The question was about comparing the functions of mitosis and meiosis, and I suggested that…

Overheard…

Said the girl to the boy during a particularly heated and emotional take-no-prisoners round of Scattergories, “You’re a competitive little bugger!”

Urban Click

A few nights ago, we hopped in the Tucson in search of architecture worthy of being photographed on an old-school, school-supplied film camera. I suggested a more urban setting and the girl consented. While we zipped in and out of traffic, stopping suddenly for a snap here, a shot there, I felt both sentimental and…

Simple Pleasures

More often the norm than the exception, their doors are closed now. (I can’t remember closing my door before the age of 13, so the younger one seems a bit ahead of himself.) While their shift from we time to me time occasionally gets me down, nights gathered around the flat screen chuckling through a…

Overheard…with BONUS Observed…

Trudging along the ice-encrusted blue stone to school this morning: I: Feels like we’re walking in Antarctica. E: If you don’t look up. E: You know when you are walking home, and you see a piece of ice and it’s flat on the bottom and you start kicking it, and it breaks into smaller pieces?…

Rush, Rush, Rush

Nothing beats shoveling down the turkey burgers in five to make it on time to piano lessons. But navigating slippery sidestreets with a half-defrosted windshield while contorting one’s body to peer through icy glass because there’s no time to scrape and arrive punctually is the epitome of responsible parenting. AND, activating the alarm works wonders…

Waking Up

Fighting a two-ton fatigue from interrupting a pleasant catch up with Morgan and her recent knee replacement surgery, the snow-colored hair accumulating in piles on my lap like the Titanic-sized bergs lining our streets and parking lots murdering any chance of finding a space to scoot from car to salon and avoid the frigid air…

Fatherly Fatherliness

What better way to spend MY day than to breakfast on Raymond’s french toast (compliments of my lovely wife), strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, fresh brewed coffee, peruse the New York Times, and catch the first half of Ecuador vs. Switzerland in World Cup 2014 action? The only thing that could make it better: have west…

Overheard…

My daughter recently slept over at her BFF’s house for a surprise birthday party. I hadn’t seen her for more than 24 hours. Upon her return, and after a rare, but thoroughly delicious unsolicited hug, I asked her, “In five words, sum up your night.” Her response, “Good, good, good, good, good.”* *In my never…