Yesterday a good friend took Micah and Lysle to the park. They were gone for a few hours and eventually stepped back into the long hallway of our apartment bringing a flurry of excitement. Lysle was gingerly carrying something in his hands. With a big smile he lifted the upper hand and revealed it to […]

Words don’t fail me now!

What do you do — with a kangaroo? No, not with a kangaroo — though we’ve loved that story of accommodating trespassing beasts. My real question is: What do you do with your intense need to talk to someone who is no longer around? In the early days after Mama’s death I used to do […]

Why rob each other of wonder?

Hey tooth fairy, you’re letting Micah down by not being on top of things. One morning recently, he woke up early, checked under his pillow – to find – zip-locked right incisor, that had finally dropped from its mad dangle the night before, still there and zero money. Ugh, come on now, fairy, our (newly […]

Counting Mississippis

I’ve always felt bad – stingy and petty – for introducing the one-minute back-rub to our boys’ bedtime. I used to just rub backs ad lib. But then – Micah must have been two and Lysle four – I started receiving complaints. Multiple complaints. Nightly. “More!” “Little longer!” “You rubbed Micah’s back more than mine! […]

Rat Poop Sunday (not for rodent-o-phobes!)

That’s how Lysle summed up the day as I kissed him good-night. Please think of rats such as these as you read the following. “Yes,” I agreed with a sigh, “rat poop Sunday! Sorry we couldn’t do anything more fun.” Artie and I had spent much of the day clearing out our basement storage area […]