Up Popped A Fox

When you begin the day by hitting your daughter in the face with the metal edge of her Razor scooter, you sorta expect that things can only get better. I mean, maiming your child has got to be the low point, right? That sort of thinking only leads to trouble because the Universe sees this as [...]

Their backpacks are packed and sitting by the door. One is filled with colored pencils, a sketch book, a composition book, a toy for the class cockatiel and a flash drive. The other has nothing more than a pair of slippers and a change of clothes. Both have lunch boxes, each packed last night with [...]

Someday, if you endure enough sassiness and disrespect, whining and complaining, insults and outrage, then you might be rewarded with a conversation like this one: Me: Zeca, head upstairs and start getting ready for bed. Zeca(near tears): But MOM! You promised me that I could clean the toilets!  Me: You’re right, honey. I did. Okay, I will let [...]

Last night, I had a dream that Luisa and I went home with Sara Ramirez. I’m not actually sure how this came to pass but we picked her up from the airport and we all went back to her apartment. This was obviously our first time there because we (and by “we”, I mean “I”) [...]