The year was 2000. My husband and I were ensconced in a hotel room in beautiful downtown Canton, Ohio. We had come to celebrate the millennium with the Pro Football Hall of Fame, of which my father, a former professional football player with the Los Angeles Rams, was a member. My husband was geeking out. [Read More]
What My Son Doesn’t Want You To Know
We sit in the doctor’s office for yet another yearly check-up. As my eyes sweep the small examination room, I wonder if I will ever NOT think about how this room must have been built in 1982, what with its faux wood paneling. “Mom,” my lanky eleven-year-old says. “Remember?” Smiling, he then smacks his lips slowly, [Read More]
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The Grandparents Next Door
When it comes to my neighbors, I miss the grandparents next door. Three years ago, we moved our family of four from an 1100 square foot home to our current abode. But what we gained in space, we lost in connection to our old neighbors, Bill and Maureen. Bill and Maureen were the grandma and grandpa [Read More]
