Nobody Likes a Smart Ass, and Other Words of Wisdom for my Middle Schooler

My son graduated from 5th grade this week. Sayonara primary, hello middle school. There were speeches and a song, recollections and recommendations. Come August, they’ll be chucked into the murky waters of middle school to swim with the big fish. That’s right, chickadees: in eight short weeks your macaroni art and phonetic spelling primary school…

Sticks and Stones

Dear Boys, For some inexplicable reason I still can’t fathom, when I was in high school the term du jour for a pretty girl was muffin. At the top of this confectionary food chain, reserved for the prettiest of the pretty, the cheerleadiest of the cheerleaders, was blueberry muffin. Even more inexplicable than the baked good…

The Art of Kissing

He had a Levi’s denim jacket he wore over a plain, white tee-shirt when he rode his dirt bike in the woods behind his house. Back then the woods went on forever, emerald green and pine scented, thick layers of spongy needles under your soles muffling sounds of mischief. He may have ridden his Yamaha on…