My son is a senior in high school this year.
My first born.
My 6'1" hairy, gangly, broad-shouldered baby.
So last week, my son and I did what many have done before us: We visited a college campus. We spent the night in a hotel, took a tour the next day, spoke to some students and ate some...
It’s still dark outside.
I walk in right on time.
Well, maybe a minute early.
So that I have time to watch her sleep.
She looks just like the toddler she used to be.
Except now her bed is bigger and so is she.
First, they start going down to the playground at the end of the street. By themselves.
And walking the mile home from school.
I went the wrong way when I dropped my baby off at her new school this morning. I should have stayed in the right lane but at the last minute, I second guessed myself and veered in to the left lane. That was for student parking. Not student drop-off. Yes, my baby is going to...
I went to my daughter’s 8th grade awards ceremony this morning. I was really proud that she was getting an award for maintaining a 3.5 GPA for the last three years.
What to wear? Are my roots showing? Do I need to get my mustache waxed? These were some of the things that I was thinking about in the days before my 30 year high school reunion. Then, of course, there were also these thoughts: Who’s going to show up? Will the women all be fat and...