To My Son, Who is Turning Thirteen

Here we are, on the verge of big, bad teenagerdom. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. Not all the time, and not even about the big, bad things, but nevertheless, she persisted worrying. Have I done enough? Have I reminded you to please and thank you enough? Taught you how to tell a joke…

All the World’s a Stage

We have a Lego family that lives on our bookshelf.  The boys and I created the custom mini-figures for my husband’s birthday last year.  There, among my books, under a towering Lego Empire State Building, they stand in all their primary color, plastic haired glory.  An expensive, brick-ed out representation of the four great loves of…