This morning Quinn got up barely past dawn and immediately asked for markers and white paper. He wordlessly sat down at the art table. Half an hour later he’d finished a book of ‘Dsins.’*
Today was ‘Daddy Day,’ a term reserved for the days when Mom works, the kids aren’t in school, and I’m in charge. Continue reading “Do dads do enough?”
The call came at 2:20 a.m. My mom was about to die.
I’d been preparing for this for the last two years. But I still felt as though I were falling through a trapdoor. Continue reading “‘Responds to son’”
Part 3 of ‘Mom and me,’ which ran in the The Coastal Star in 2010….
When I visited my mom at the nursing home the other day, I talked with the wife of another resident there.
In the dining room, with a crime drama on the TV in the background, she said something that I’ve heard a lot: ‘You look just like her.’
‘People tell me that, and it’s interesting,’ I said. ‘I’m adopted.’ Continue reading “When nurture counts way more than nature”
Probably overdue in posting this here. Part 1 of ‘Mom and me,’ which I wrote for The Coastal Star in 2010….
A month ago I watched an adult film with my mother. Let me explain. Continue reading “Remembering the time Mom started forgetting”