by robert | Aug 7, 2005 | Article
Sometimes I think my son London was serially robbed in a past life. Unlike his sister Poppy who, at age four, would have given away half her possessions to her worst enemy, London guards all his gear like Montgomery Burns on his deathbed. If I ask London if he wants...
by robert | Jul 7, 2005 | Article
When I got the call at work that my son, London, had sprained his ankle jumping off a couch, I thought I knew what to expect: 24 hours of ice, elevation, a week of wrapping his junior joint in an ace bandage. Maybe a few days of Motrin. Some extra kind words coupled...
by robert | Jun 7, 2005 | Article
“Dad, I had a bad dream,” Poppy said, waking me in the middle of the night. I sat up and started our familiar dialogue around these fairly frequent disturbances. “What was it about?” I fumbled for my glasses and stuck my hand into a glass of...
by robert | May 7, 2005 | Article
On our way back from spring break vacation in Florida, we had a layover in Kansas City. Tired from having spent a day of frenzied fun at Disney World and a sleepless night stacked up in beds and couches at my brother Eddie’s house in Orlando, we chose to have...
by robert | Apr 7, 2005 | Article
Last Saturday morning, I was awakened by a cocktail weenie-sized finger pressing deeply into my eyeball. “Dad, wake up,” my son London said, one hand placed on the hip of his T-rex pajamas. “Can’t I sleep?” “No way.” He pressed his...
