Memoirs

Hamster heaven

What should have been a much shorter story

Harvest moon

My father was a poet and I didn't even know it

Rockin’ Christmas Eve

The Phone Calls
The First Night
The CAT Scan

Ode to an Artificial Christmas Tree

Parenting is So Much Fun

Things I've Learned

Do you have a problem Ronald?

Warning: Do Not Let Children Read This

When I walked into the room with all the chairs arranged for band practice, the music stands poised in front of the chairs, a rush of nostalgia swept over me. It was such a long time since my days of playing flute in the band at school.
Excerpted from: The Flute

He was happy that I could share in this part of his life, but he always seemed skeptical, looking for a sign that I was really, truly a Yankees fan.
Excerpted from: Thurman Munson Gives a Sign

No mode of transportation has caught his attention like trains. A local garden center has a huge Christmas display of model railroad trains every year. My son spends hours just watching them.
Excerpted from: Trains and Blogging

Then the doctor did something my mother could never master, she wiped that smirk right off my face. She said “I don’t know whether to send him to an ophthalmologist, or to his pediatrician to get an MRI.”
Excerpted from: Eye-Scapades