On the surface, it doesn’t sound like much. Sunday, Riley had a late-afternoon soccer game, and I had an early evening adult league hockey game. The choice for Ryan was simple. Either attend Riley’s game, or mine. It was an easy choice for Ryan. He declared he would attend my game, and keep score — […]
Read more "My Companion, My Scorekeeper"It has been, to put it mildly, a hectic and stressful week. The school bus saga is ongoing. Yesterday’s update: a new driver, a supervisor ride-along, on-time pickup and drop off. Hooray. The director of transportation, apparently spurred to action by a friendly email from the mayor’s office, continues to call me with updates. I […]
Read more "In Praise of Small Victories"On Friday, Ryan’s school bus never showed up. It was the first day of a new route, meant to ease congestion and delays. Seems nobody told the bus driver. As I recounted here, Ryan decompensated. By the time a neighbor drove him to school, after some 50 minutes of waiting, he was in full meltdown. […]
Read more "No More Mr. Nice Guy"One of Ryan’s early social studies assignments this school year required him to write a brief essay about the upcoming presidential election. His first effort produced a paragraph in which he declared he would not vote if he had the opportunity because waiting in lines is stupid. I believe in my kids’ right to express […]
Read more "At the Intersection of Hockey and Politics"A week ago, on the first day of my son’s new school, I wrote that the bus carried not only our son, but our hopes and dreams and the hard work of so many people. The post was titled “What the Bus Carries,” and I really think it is one of the better ones I’ve […]
Read more "What the Bus Didn’t Carry"
Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 