growing up
On Watching My Millennial Son Not Prepare For Senior Prom
Last Sunday, I asked my 17-year old son about his upcoming Senior Prom. I knew he’d roughed out some vague plans to go with…
On Thunderstorms & Children: Reflections on a Rainy May
When my son was a wee thing, still wrapped up like a burrito, every time there was a thunderstorm, I carried him outside…
How Having a Wedgie Made Me Realize My Son is Becoming a Man
It was a regular day. I spent a few hours at school, met a former student, ran to the post-office, stopped at…