I found myself surrounded by a younger crowd last weekend. It was all bikinis and Monster energy drinks, music I hadn’t heard of. As I readjusted my one piece I was filled with a sense of relief (mostly), for I have come so far:
“His behavior is out of control,” the stranger in the stands said. “Is he getting enough attention at home?”
Why, yes. Out of four kids, my brother gets 90% of the attention.
“I wonder what he’ll do,” said my sister’s friend as she had the brilliant idea to antagonize Nolan in public, enough so that his safety bubble was popped and he had an episode right there at the ball fields, in front of everyone.… READ THE REST
There comes a time in life when affairs, like death, become unavoidable. They become a part of the adult landscape; you just hope the bomb doesn’t go off too close to home. That the shrapnel doesn’t hit your family. This week, it landed in my inbox.… READ THE REST
