They say you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family, however that hasn’t been my experience. When you don’t meet your first relative (other than your mother and brother) until you’re 22 years-old, having family is very much a choice. With complete honesty, I can say that finding and getting to know … Continue reading The burgermeister
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Are your ducks all in a row?
Have you ever chaperoned a field trip? At this point in my life, I've accompanied quite a few bus loads of students to destinations like NYC, Montreal and, as of today, Boston. I take the responsibility pretty seriously and spend an inordinate amount of time counting my charges, hoping to consistently arrive at the same … Continue reading Are your ducks all in a row?
Mythical beast baby
This kid has flow like a river. Maybe that's what you get when you give a child a middle name like Hudson. He's got such a wonderful warmth to him, always generous with the hugs, and people simply like him. It's charm at its most essential. In a hundred ways he reminds me of me, … Continue reading Mythical beast baby
I travel to
Eat and drink Get away Gain perspective Be alone Find myself See new things Spend time with family Experience a different way of life How about you?
Deutschland, 2017
As our long awaited trip approaches, Quinn and I are both getting excited for our upcoming adventure. I'm kind of impressed with this kid's pick for his Mom & Me adventure - the Black Forest and Berlin, with a 2 day pit stop in Nuremberg, on my request, to break up the drive. This will … Continue reading Deutschland, 2017
The right things
The schedule my boys’ dad and I share is probably unique, but it’s been working for all of us for more than 5 years. There’s a good bit of back and forth for the guys, with them generally spending no more than two consecutive nights in either house but, since our two houses are literally … Continue reading The right things
NYC observations
It's a weird February when the snow drops are in bloom and the daffodils are already 5" high in Central Park. Speaking of things that are a weird height, the cool guys were all wearing pants that we would have called "floods (short for floodwaters)" back in the day. Lots of exposed ankles. In general, … Continue reading NYC observations
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