JL Rave vs. #14 Lacrosse Bag

Cleaning out my son’s Lacrosse bag reminds me of a 1974 poem from Shel Silverstein in Where the Sidewalk Ends.    It started several days ago when we were transferring him from one house (his father’s) to another (my house).  It’s a maneuver that I have done every week now for approximately 176 weeks that never […]

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Genetics, Podiatry and Menopause

Every day I realize I am becoming more like my mother.  The things I say are her words repeated to me too many times to count.  Even the things she said that I detested – “Can’t cook it cold!” “The camera never lies!” – comes flying out of my mouth to my own children.  I […]

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