My earliest memory involves my dad. In the memory, I am standing outside of my house in Cleveland, […]
fatherhood
Secondo and I are walking hand-in-hand across a snowy parking lot. Her chubby 5-year-old hands echoed by the […]
This year Prima’s classroom teacher invited parents in once every week to be a guest reader in their […]
All kids destroy things. I knew this when I had children because growing up my father used to […]
Typically the occasional stubborn brat-iness of my dear Zuzus create the most baneful moments of my sometimes quite […]
Modern George & Mary 