All boys have some brain damage or they’re not real boys. (or “You’re not going to believe what happened . . .”)

I have five sons, ages 7-25. All of them have some brain damage, and it happens something like this: "Anyway, the little guy came barreling in there, and just as I stepped out, he turned and smacked right into my sword! Clanked his head, I’m sorry to report, but all little boys have to have … Continue reading All boys have some brain damage or they’re not real boys. (or “You’re not going to believe what happened . . .”)

“Just tell them that underneath it all, despite what they may see, the sky really is blue and they can count upon that fact.”

There’s no creature quite so arrogant and simultaneously so insecure as an 11-year-old. I learned this many years ago when I was asked to drive a group of 11-year-olds for a church group because I owned a station wagon. (Yes, I owned a station wagon at age 25, and was proud of it! I also … Continue reading “Just tell them that underneath it all, despite what they may see, the sky really is blue and they can count upon that fact.”

“All our ideas were just as pitifully inaccurate as four year-olds arguing over what kind of baby snake a worm is. “

There are a few conversations you don’t want to hear your children having in your backyard.“Ooh! Look at all the baby snakes!”Yeah, that’s on top of the list.I was in my kitchen when I heard my three-year-old son and his friend in the backyard squeal in fascination. Our house was new, the yard unfinished and … Continue reading “All our ideas were just as pitifully inaccurate as four year-olds arguing over what kind of baby snake a worm is. “