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My daughter just walked into the living room and told me about twins at her school named Libba and Elan. “Oh”, I asked, “are they identical?” “No Mom”, Polly replied in that voice that screams You’re So Dumb!, “he has brown hair and she has blond.”
I didn’t even ask which was which.
' November 26th, 2007 at 07:11pm 2 comments
Mom’s return from her Ireland trip.
We talked for hours and she told us about the places she went, the food she ate, and the people she met.
One of my favorites took place when she took the bus to the airport from Dublin.
A man gets on the bus and asks the driver, “How long does it [...]
' May 19th, 2007 at 12:50pm Add comment
Like most people, I’m assuming, I grew up listening to the story of how my parents met. Unlike most people, I am once again assuming, this story changed many times in the retelling. My father never mentioned the matter to me, so I know only what I’ve heard from my Mom. One of my parents, [...]
' September 23rd, 2006 at 03:22pm Add comment
After some tumultuous teen years my Mother and I have become close friends. Over the course of the last sixteen months I have been going to her house five times a week to help her prepare it for sale. This has involved painting, cleaning, and sorting through almost forty years worth of stuff. Now that [...]
' August 14th, 2006 at 09:15pm Add comment