The epic struggle of badminton normally centers in backyards. There dad tries to get the net untangled and up – all while not breaking any of the support stakes… but the Olympic sport has nothing to do with set-up and everything to do with hitting birdies at 200mph. That is unless you are playing doubles […]
Read more "Fried Badminton…"“This is an old wart. We should just leave it alone.” ~ Phoebe Over the last month a wart appeared on Phoebe’s thumb – her sucking thumb. The doctor suggested Compound W bandaids. But Phoebe pulls them off during the night – making me worried the compound could kill her lips rather than her wart. […]
Read more "Warts"Ivy: “Mom, when I am 7 can I take karate?” Meg: “Don’t you want to take soccer or dance?” Ivy: “You know I really want to be a spy. And Flynn McMissile knows karate…” When Meg told me this I was sitting eating lunch. It was a gourmet meal of leftover frozen pizza. And I was searching […]
Read more "My Ninja"When Meg and I got married she drove a little Ford Escort. It was a lovely shade of red. Which worked perfectly, because as the car began to rust it blended right in with the paint. I would have preferred a stick, but it was an underpowered automatic. The car would struggle up hills – without a […]
Read more "Church"“Turn on the music, so I can practice my dancing! Because I am going to dance with Uncle Jake and Aunt Chrissy at their wedding.” ~ Phoebe My little brother is getting married this weekend. I get the honor of performing the ceremony – which, I remind myself, IS an honor. At the same time, […]
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