A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE – The Middle Child

Thursday 12/19/13: I have been sick face down in a pillow all week making email emoticon and pop tart sacrifices to Atepomarus, the Greek God of healing, but as usual, I receive no help from him. What an ass, really. What does he need? Virgins. White stallions, chocolate pudding? Help a guy out, you stupidContinue reading “A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE – The Middle Child”

“Santa doesn’t ride a bike?”

There may not be a more up and down experience than parenting. The pride felt in a parent’s heart when their offspring scores an A on that test, makes the winning basket, works really hard to learn trumpet, or on the other side- the wonderment at the sneaking out at 230 am, or the throwingContinue reading ““Santa doesn’t ride a bike?””