I remember countless small accidents as a child.
Mailboxes knocked over. Lawns ruined. Animals hit.
I remember countless screaming rages from my father as he tried to get the car into gear and drive away, loudly cursing the idiots who had so carelessly placed their mailboxes, their lawns, their animals. I remember ducking low …Fleeting connections
Spent some time on the phone with my mom last night.
My mom has the same sense of humor that I do, except hers is darker and meaner. I am pretty sure she would say that her sense of humor is more mature than mine. Meaning that she has gotten to a point in …The exact opposite
My mother is a lot of things. She is creative and crazy smart and wickedly funny. She has little patience for stupidity, and none for cruelty. She tends to speak her mind, even if no one has asked for her opinion. She is passionate in her conversations, and she quickly grows annoyed with people …Reading the signs
When I was kid, we used to play charades. All of us kids liked the chance to be the center of attention as everyone else tried to guess what we were acting out. Everybody wrote their phrase or title on little pieces of paper, folded them up, and put them in a hat.
Charades …First word . . . crazy
One of Kallan’s baby teeth fell out this morning. It has been spectacularly loose for a while, but I have not been allowed to do more than marvel from afar at the horror of it. Every time I tried to look more closely, she would shriek and run the other way. And then, from …Kick-ass parenting