The scene: Friday night, nearing 10 p.m., in the family car on the way to my parents’ house. Veronica and I had a wedding to attend a few hours away this weekend and my parents graciously agreed to take the kids. We opted to go down Friday night and save us an hour off our […]
Read more "You Lost Me at Hyperbole"Everything in Ryan’s room is disorganized. Months-old school worksheets mix with notes from some hockey box score in piles across the desk and bookshelves. Every so often we make him go through the exercise of “keep it/trash it” to prevent the piles from growing too large or for some key homework assignment from going missing. […]
Read more "Work Product"The last time Ryan had a triennial re-evaluation for ongoing eligibility for special services, the psychological profile including the following statement from the evaluator: The family has gone on many enjoyable trips to places like Boston, Philadelphia, Detroit, New York City and Long Island. In the years since I could add the following: Scranton/Wilkes-Barre, Pa., […]
Read more "My Traveling Companion"The alternate title of this post could be “Or, how I learned to stop worrying and embrace my son’s awesome powers of recall.” Ryan has an incredible memory. Like, astoundingly, incomprehensibly, amazingly incredible. This is not new. How I feel about this? Well, that’s changing. Saturday night, I took Ryan to a hockey game. It […]
Read more "There’s a Future in This"If you’re here, you probably know what happened to Ryan’s San Jose Sharks in Game 7. What you may not know is that we let him stay up to watch, and he hung in until the (very) bitter end. Here’s my summary, in two Facebook posts. One immediately after the game: And a second one, […]
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Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 