Like a lot of kids, Ryan has some wonderfully creative language all his own. We don’t hear much of it anymore, but I cherish the few instances it pops up, a reminder that childhood isn’t quite done. Among my favorite original phrases is a recent addition. Any fancy goal in hockey, one that involves slick […]
Read more "Swoopdie-Swoopdie Goals"By the time this week is done, I will have played hockey three times in three nights, at three different rinks, and with three different groups of people. I doubt I have done this since high school. Beyond apologizing to Veronica for leaving her with the kids (sorry honey!) I also want to thank three […]
Read more "A Passion, Reignited"After Friday’s rocky start and somewhat better ending — including a mutual decision with Ryan’s psychiatrist to leave him completely off medication for now — we headed into the weekend with an open mind. Our plans included a family friend’s bar mitzvah and a Devils game on Saturday — an aggressive social calendar for us. […]
Read more "Dancing Man"Dear Anxiety, It’s me — Neil. You may remember me from such conversations as “€<%# off,” “leave my kid the %^?< alone,” and “are you $@&?ing kidding me?” I’m sorry about those. Can we start over? We can? Good. Go $@¥% yourself. Oops, I guess I did it again. We were enjoying enduring another typically […]
Read more "Dear Anxiety"Writing will be brief this morning. Why? Here’s a brief recap of the last 12 hours: Just before 9 p.m., Ryan went to bed after watching the first period of the Sharks-Blues game Just after 9 p.m., Ryan emerged from his room to tell me he was “nervous” about the Lightning game. The game was […]
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Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 