My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…

Silly Star Poem at PUP for my Son the Monkey

You might have noticed that the Monkey Prodigy has been doing more and more videos lately, including some pretty fun poems. So I tried to read this one in his style. So often when the family is enjoying a day together Micah finds a pen and paper to write down some of the crazy things…

The “Prodigy”

I am in a hurry to get ready for tonight’s Poetry Under the Paintings, in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. And by some slim chance that you reading this actually live near here, I urge you to come along. Bring a chair and if you’re daring, a poem (yours or a favorite) to read to the group. It’ll…

Teen Quote of the Week

Jonathan: “I can’t sing or play the guitar well at all, so I think I’m going to start my own punk rock band.”