C and I had to have a stern talk. I asked him to sit down next to me on the couch. He kept looking away. I ordered him to look at me, and he looked right into my eyes. He smiled. I was exasperated. He clearly didn’t understand the severity of the situation, or what […]Read More “Are there mommies in my eyes?”
Sunday, 09/29, 2 pm I feel all cloudy. I wanted to write so I pulled out my machine. It reminds me that I’d like a new machine. The battery drains too fast on this one. I bought a new battery last year, but it drains just as fast, so now I’d like a new machine. […]Read More Cloudy in the sick house
I recently read something about how adolescence has been extended to 25. Putting aside for a second the probability that the psychologists extending the borders of childhood are likely trying to help people by making these determinations, what is it about adulthood that we so anxious to protect our children from experiencing? Why are we […]Read More Why are we all so afraid to grow up?
40 Kingston Rd., Hanover, MA Of all the places I lived as a kid, this is the one I remember as my childhood home. My recurring dreams about childhood all take place here. A large wood frame house on a corner lot in suburban Hanover, Massachusetts. Four bedrooms: one big one upstairs for my parents […]Read More Places I’ve Lived part 4 (the childhood home)