To Dream the Impossible American Dream

I have a dream. It goes something like this: A candidate comes forward. In my dream it’s meaningless if they are man, woman, donkey or elephant. There is no need for a stage or podium, mics or teleprompters. There is no need for a moderator or live twitter feed. They are there to deliver a message….

Dear America

Dear America, It’s likely that in the next few years my family and I will be moving home. Back to purple mountain’s majesty and amber waves of grain; back to stars and stripes flying high about thy fruited plains. With that in mind, I’ve got a favor to ask. Before we make plans to drive…

And These, Thy Gifts

Much to the eternal and sometimes vocal dismay of my Catholic Nana, I do not kneel and pray to a recognized God.  To the sometimes obvious but never stated disappointment of my mother, I do not attend regular services or partake of sacraments or place all the eggs of my faith in one basket.  To…

Now I lay me down to sleep

For the last six months, my not so little anymore boy has needed a grown up to lay with him before he falls asleep.  Nine nights out of ten, that someone is me.  The no-nonsense part of Mom-me wants him to be able to fall asleep on his own again, a skill which suddenly abandoned…