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"Every morning, Ryan gets up, heads downstairs and turns on NHL Network. He watches classic games, documentaries, last night’s highlights. It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s hockey. Yesterday, on September 11, Ryan got up, headed downstairs, and turned on … the morning news. We didn’t ask him to. We didn’t tell him to. He […]
Read more "A New Perspective"I planned to write about our weekend today. About how Ryan became the loudest, most enthusiastic fan of both Riley’s travel soccer team and the New York Jets. If you’ve been following around here, you know this is a really. Big. Deal. But those stories can wait. This morning I followed my normal weekday routine. […]
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Pucks and Puzzle Pieces 