Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
He came home bear hugging a borrowed suitcase that had lost both handles and wheels, his pockets empty, phone missing, lap top crashed, shoes flapping, eyelids drooping and I thought, "This is exactly how a 21-year old kid should look following the greatest summer of his life." Utterly spent. He traveled through nine countries in [...]
I've never been a soccer mom, though I raised four healthy Midwestern kids. My son's lone soccer experience ended after a single, legendary season during which refs had to stop the game to extract his teammate from the net. We don't own a soccer ball. I've never played the game. Short of flying the largest [...]
Even though he got lost in the sporting goods store when we stopped in to buy him a back pack, I am not nervous about sending my 21-year old son to Europe next week. I refuse to worry that, other than attending a four-week class in Croatia, he has absolutely no plans for his summer [...]
In some ways, the best 21-year olds are the broke ones, the whole basement-cleaning, snow-shoveling, sink-caulking, closet-organizing, errand-running lot of them. For two beautiful weeks we owned a 1992 model and, from the first phone call that heralded the opening of BKH (Broke Kid at Home) season, “I’ll be home on Tuesday. Do you think [...]
This weekend I had the great pleasure of spending time with the Molly B and Me family. As a member of the large Biskupic family, I am associated with many subgroups. I am proud to be a member of the peas and carrot club. I am allowed to read the coveted green and red pepper [...]