My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas

Quinn asked me to load some Beatles on his iPad recently and I finally had a moment to do it this morning.  He has been really into Here Comes the Sun and chose this song as our first tune of the day.  Not a bad way to start a Sunday, I'd say. As the music … Continue reading My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas

I don’t hate guns

I hate what people use guns to do. Guns scare me, but I don't hate them.  Today, more than two dozen people were massacred in a(nother) school shooting.  Twenty-seven people, including 20 children, woke up today for the last time.  I went for a run tonight and thought of the terror that was school today … Continue reading I don’t hate guns

Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn

My youngest son, Quinn, was born when I was 38.  My pregnancy was considered "premium" and I had obstetrician appointments so frequently towards the end of my 40 weeks, that I joked I was going to pitch a tent in the waiting room to eliminate the driving back and forth.  Maybe the humor I was … Continue reading Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

The title of this post kind of sums up how I felt after a recent run. I had a stitch in my side that wouldn't quit and I was forced to slow to a walk more than once over the course of 5 miles. I didn't feel particularly strong and I wondered if I had … Continue reading Shorter of breath and one day closer to death