It happened earlier this week: On Tuesday, my youngest turned 17 and left the house before sunrise, returning a few hours later triumphant, with his new driver’s license in hand. I often say that he’s not the worst teenager I’ve ever met, and generally cheery, but this new found independence sent him into a profoundlyRead more…
It happened at the stroke of midnight, just a few hours ago, the vanishing of one of my two remaining teenagers. In the blink of an eye and the tick of a minute hand, my oldest daughter turned 20 while I slept. She joined her brother, now 21, in what I guess could be categorizedRead more…
In my line of work, I have had to learn to develop a thick skin to withstand some of the verbal arrows that have been slung my way over the years. And let me be more specific: when I use the term “line of work,” I am not referring to my role as journalist orRead more…