Only Bullies Give Wedgies

Declan is fighting me. I’m supposed to be the bad guy from a show he loves. He has it choreographed to the last detail. “Side kick me, Mommy.” That’s something you don’t hear a six-year old say often. I aim for the stomach....

The Smudged Star

New Year’s is time to pack up the tree. I remove each ornament and ponder its significance as I gently wrap it and put it in its special box. Except for the generic balls and fillers, each has a very special meaning–the power to make me travel to a time...

All’s Fair in War and Christmas: Weapons Make Great Gifts

In my family we don’t give gifts. We give aggravation. No one likes a Yankee Swap where people regift candles to an unsuspecting aunt. That’s small time. We’re far more clever than that. Anyone who’s come near our family has suffered the wrath...

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Chaos

Friday. TGIF. The last day…before Christmas break. The world is rejoicing. We…just…have…to…survive…today. I brought the gifts I made for my advisory students yesterday. Getting a jump on Christmas, like most of America. I forgot two...