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Katya tagged along with me today on what I thought would be the most tedious of errands, cancelling our comcast service. The last time I was at that office (granted, it had been a...
Katya tagged along with me today on what I thought would be the most tedious of errands, cancelling our comcast service. The last time I was at that office (granted, it had been a...
Between work, family, school, activities, and everything else, I have no time for anything anymore. And a corresponding intolerance for interruption has set in as well. Today a guy hawking his lawn maintenance business...
Have a read of this NPR article on Inuit parents and kids and using storytelling to teach about anger. Aside from being a topic of interest to parents, adoptive parents, and society in general,...
Liza and the kids are in Ukraine for a few weeks; for various reasons, I didn’t go. But that’s not important right now. The cats have begun an armed insurrection. They refused all forms...
Practically every day, I pop my head into the kids’ rooms: “Going to the store. Need anything? Want to come with?” Sometimes it’s yes to both, sometimes barely a grunt of disinterest. But every...
Hanging out with my father today. He requested a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich for lunch. But first, he said, butter the bread. A lot. And then put on some bacon. Crisp. I laughed,...
Katya and I went driving today. She’s getting better, but not ready for prime time. First adrenaline rush was when we came to a dead end (a true cul-de-sac, no bulbous turnaround space at...
Dima likes Axe brand deodorant. I don’t know what the scent is named, but it’s a translucent electric blue stick, and it mostly reminds me of a heavy smoker’s car that’s been draped with...
Every so often, maybe three or four weeks, the mood changes. The earth buckles and shifts, lifts itself up and settles back down into a new space. The wind swirls, reminds itself to be...
God help me, Katya passed the test and has her learner’s permit. It took her 5 attempts to pass. Relevant, as this will probably necessitate a round two for my story, Driving Lessons.
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I’m a jaded software developer, married to a crazed Russian woman from Estonia, father to two scheming adopted kids from Ukraine, living in the middle of Indiana. So I write stories about that.