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