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What happens when unaccompanied minors travel from Granada, Spain to live with you for three weeks during summer? They become family. (Read Unaccompanied Minors: part 1, if you missed it.) I believe that family is a group of people related to each other by blood or connection; those who support and help each other, but …
What happens when unaccompanied minors travel from Granada, Spain to live with you for three weeks during summer? They become family. Unaccompanied minors is a special service some airlines have for children who are flying alone. Our sleepy unaccompanied minors arrived around midnight July 12th from Granada, Spain. A few hours later, 13 year-old twins …
I love writing for Rochester Magazine. I don’t get to write for the magazine very often, but when I do (pick me! pick me!) it’s exciting. I know I’m part of an award winning, accomplished team of artists who are doing something they love. I get to be in the “creative” circle. Heck, I even …
What makes a successful sports parent? While at my son’s soccer game on Sunday, – Father’s Day – I saw most parents rooting for their boy’s team and enjoying the game. Also watching the game from the sidelines was a lone ranger-of-a-dad, muttering to himself. His son’s team was losing. The referee made a call …
My thirteen-year-old son James is way too big to ride in a shopping cart like he used to when he was three. Plus, shopping with mom is “boring.” He would prefer to play Xbox or shoot soccer balls in the backyard over walking around the grocery store to buy food. To my surprise, however, one Saturday when I casually …
If I were to send a letter to Matthew Weiner – the creator of Mad Men – it would go something like this: Dear Matthew Weiner, Thank you for creating one of the best shows on earth. I will miss anticipating what’s next in the life of Don Draper and watching the cast of characters evolve and express their …
Speaking in front of a large group of people isn’t something I do often. In fact, it’s downright scary. So I turned to my 13 year-old for a pep talk.
God gave me the bench in the park. He said to give my thoughts to it whenever I wanted. He explained that I am not built to carry so much anger, fear, guilt, sadness, resentment and shame. Crafted by the hands of boys hoping to earn a badge of honor, the bench is sturdy. It can bear …
