Upon picking up Michael from Ms S’s yesterday, I was for the third time this month presented with The Book.
I do not like being presented with The Book.
It is unpleasant. It is distasteful. It is wearying.
I lightly skimmed the words in the book, wincing at reading the narration of Michael’s unprovoked aggression toward his [...]
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I really need to buy myself a sense of humor.
The fact that my wife laughed at my irritation this morning is a clue upon which I ought to ruminate at length.
You see, I was in a rush to get out the door. This is my normal operating mode on any given weekday.
I knew Michael was [...]
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It was a typical Tuesday morning. I kissed my wife as she went off to her job, then herded Michael into the van to head off to Ms K’s. I was going to be on time to work today; I might even redeem myself somewhat for the previous day’s slip-up.
We were only a few [...]
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Like a ton of icy, panic-coated bricks, it hit me about halfway between home and work: I had missed my Monday morning meeting again. Accelerating slightly, my stomach twisted itself into a Gordian knot as the dread sunk its claws deep into my gut.
This wasn’t the first time I’d missed the meeting. Just last week, [...]
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Disclaimer: By now, my memories of the details of our visit to Disneyland are cloaked in a muddled haze. Thus rather than bore you with an unrelenting travelogue, I’ll focus on specific incidents of note for the remainder of my tale.
Southern California in the summer time is hot. Hot and dry. And though it was [...]
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Many years ago, in the dim and blurred age before Michael came along to complete the family, I had weekends where I dealt with my two daughters as a single dad.
My ex-wife and I had recently separated and were occupying either side of a duplex. We called it our “half way house.” It was a [...]
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