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...
by robert | Mar 7, 2005 | Article
I’ve been noticing that the powers that be are capitalizing on our nation’s glaring lack of math skills. The first place I became aware of this conspiracy was at my local supermarket. As the primary shopper in my family and the son of a skinflint, I pay close...
by robert | Feb 7, 2005 | Article
I don’t want to start a revolution but I’m tired of apologizing for my children’s behavior when they’ve done nothing wrong. Let me explain. My kids and I had just been seated in an International House of Pancakes in Las Cruces. This specific franchise had been painted...
