And Then This Happened…..

It has been a pretty incredible summer for me for a lot of reasons, the latest being that on Wednesday, Paste Magazine announced me as the winner of their That Summer writing contest. The contest was held in conjunction with Biographile’s That Summer series which featured short, non-fiction stories by authors such as Margaret Atwood, Jo-Jo…

Sanctioned Spitting and Other Summer Fun

I suppose I should be thankful. There were seven whole days of summer break when it seemed like my kids were getting along, hanging out with their summer friends, swimming, chasing each other around the back yards with Nerf guns, generally being loud and obnoxious and boy like. Perfect. Until yesterday. Someone didn’t sleep enough,…

No More Pencils, No More Books….

Remember the endless summers of childhood?  Back in the summer of ’69… or ’79 …or maybe at a stretch ’89?  Days chock-a-blocked with swimming and bike rides and kick-ball, those seemingly never-ending days flowing seamlessly into musky evenings spent swatting mosquitos or following a train of fireflies across the garden.  Cannonballs and rocket pops from…