The bassinet is so old, cheap veneer hadn’t been invented yet.
Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.
I kept my mouth shut initially. I’ve always prided myself on a rather pagan value system, tolerant of nudity and subversives…the snide outbursts of youth.
I am glad now that I bribed my kids their entire lives. Nothing major, just a series of cumulative parental gestures: shoes, shelter, cake, college.
I think Oregon is for me, even if Smartacus chooses someplace else. It’s the Versailles of the Pacific Northwest.
The cradle is ready, and my first grandchild is a mere 10 weeks away.
I’ve been making breakfast for the kids for 37 years. Do they appreciate it? No one ever again will need me the way my son Smartacus needs me now. In lockdown, we are each other’s only company. I find myself asking him: “What are we going to watch tonight? Are tacos OK for dinner?” as … Continue reading The Forever Father
My daughter’s pregnancy has me thinking a lot about babies and re-birth.
Here’s to all the Chardonnay Moms, Cabernet Dads and the dude at the end of the street who always forgets to turn off his outdoor Christmas lights at the end of the night.
Proud to announce that the lovely and patient older daughter will become a mom in May, the same month her mother and I were married.