“If you could have any job in the world, what would you do?” Charlie’s question breaks through the sound of music playing from the car speakers. The sun is still low and I squint against the brightness as I drive he and Chanelle to soccer practice. It’s still strange to have him sitting in...
Last month I wrote about a minor emotional breakdown I experienced when I began writing down Charlie’s new soccer schedule and saw, in black and white, the way our lives would change with junior high. If you’ve spent any amount of time reading here, you know that I quite easily fall prey to my emotional...
The sun was beginning her creep toward the horizon. It was the time when the earth began to take on the golden glow of the suns rays. It was hot. I think near ninety earlier in the day. Chad and Charlie were in the driveway passing a soccer ball between them. “Dog” the game...
Friday night as we perused the aisles of Walmart (because that’s what cool people do on Friday nights. . . or not), Charlie and Chanelle fell victim to the flashy packaging of the plastic/cellophane kites that were strategically placed in the center of the aisle. Can we buy one? they asked. I looked at the...
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