Five Hundred More Saturdays

That is my estimated calculation of how many more Saturdays I have left to spend with my boys. It’s based on the fact that when they reach the thorny and self-conscious age of sixteen they will prefer to drive themselves … Continue reading →

I Can’t Sew Worth a Lick

…something my late grandfather would not be thrilled about. Although he was a tailor by profession, it wasn’t bestowed upon any of the male siblings except to my aunt who no doubt studied by his side. Growing up under the … Continue reading →

In a Little While

our nest will be filled with the joy of a new baby girl— my boys couldn’t be more thrilled to be older brothers to a little sister and I couldn’t be happier to see their sweet and tender side penetrating … Continue reading →

South of the Border

Traversing borders can often be uneventful for someone like me. For many others however, it’s an occurrence that fretfully haunts them. For the last year I have borne witness to the political game of immigration stakeouts while commuting anywhere near … Continue reading →