Lyrical

My birthday is looming. That sounds more ominous than it is. Aside from knowing it is soon to be June, I haven’t given it much thought. Except for when Jac told the kids that I was “turning 42 or something” and I had to set things straight. 32,...

Stuck

Susan has a theory: babies cry because they are frustrated about being stuck in their bodies. She holds our fussing babes and empathizes with them while we watch and giggle. **** Philip tends to ignore Gemma most of the time. It’s not due to a lack of love on...

Circus Freaks

A few weeks back, the Shriner’s brought the circus to town. Now, I am not a huge fan of men in fezzes or the circus in general, but Grandma and Grandpa gifted us with free tickets so. . . We kept it a surprise until after Mass. While the kids finished lunch we...

My Parents the Hippies and Other News

My parents swear they weren’t hippies. I only sort of believe them. I mean, I know they weren’t growing out their pit hair and having love ins or smoking dope (right guys? Right?!). But there was some Afro-ish hair and the music. Mom tried to keep it on...