My last post about poor Jack sending a distress signal from camp found a twist this evening when I discovered that the camp was negligent in dispensing his medication. It turns out they gave him half a dose of his meds, which led to intense and sudden drug withdrawal, leading to very real physical, mentalContinue reading “NOT A LAUGHING MATTER”
Is a picture really worth a thousand words? Are the words true? Can I trust the words? Whose words are they? And is no news good news? Today, on my son’s fourth day of camp, my husband brought the mail in and announced, “Mail call! A letter from camp!” Last year my son went to campContinue reading “A Milestone Letter from Camp”
My husband is hilarious. It’s one of the many reasons I love him. Another appealing quality is his natural ability to Get Things Done. He’s a strong, assertive man. Forceful yet smooth. Take, for instance, our trip to Chicago last weekend. After our “Wicked” matinee, I decided we’d try one of the top restaurants inContinue reading “My Wicked Funny Husband”
Last night as I headed out for my writing class, my husband stopped me in the entry hall with a grave tone. “Honey, I have some horrible news.” Me: What?! Dan: This morning, Meredith Viera interviewed Michelle and Barack Obama. When she asked them how they felt about the Reverend Wright debacle, Barack answered, “YouContinue reading “Elitists Talk Good”
Wow. My heart soared when I read this snippet in my inbox moments ago . . . Breaking News Alert The New York Times Tuesday, March 11, 2008 — 8:26 PM ET—–A.P. and Television Networks Project Barack Obama as Winner in Mississippi The Associated Press and television news networks project that SenatorContinue reading “What a difference forty years make”
Tomorrow we’re headed to a Presbyterian church in a part of the city with the highest crime rate. From an area with the lowest crime to an area with the highest crime. I asked Dan if I should drive his car, since my minivan is new. He suggested we ride in Traci’s car. In churchContinue reading “Thoughts”
Seriously, welcome. This is that one room in your house where you throw the stuff that has nowhere else to be stored and shut the door tight. Enter at your own risk and careful not to hurt yourself. There might be a sharp object or two on the floor. Wear shoes.