1Feb 5, 2016
I can miss so many things. Confession: I have an alarm that goes off like the first faint notes of a sonata half an hour before they get home, before the first one opens the door and drops her book bag right there, her pony tail all wilted. I have to. It’s long enough for […]
2Feb 18, 2011
Sometimes the ironies of my life amuse me. Every day after school, before I’ll let Adam get in the van, he has to have a short conversation with me–an appropriate greeting and the answer to at least one question. Adam is usually anxious to get in, having left his favorite treasures—George, his calculator, his mp3 […]