At the end of I See You Everywhere, a * novel by Julia Glass, a pair of teen boys gallops through her final chapter. Their names are Luke and Max. They make their boisterous entrance in cleats, trailing clods of mud and sod and one bouncing soccer ball, polite and dirty and loud. They include…
Category: Jack
Happy Birthday
My brother, who turns 23 today, sent me a text this morning asking “Hey. Are you in labor?” It was almost two years to the minute from the day I called him, on his 21st birthday, to wish him happy birthday and tell him he was an uncle to a sweet little 8lb, 3…
Oral Argument
“Good afternoon your Honors, may it please the court, my name is Reluctant Grownup and I will be representing the appellant today. Please excuse the applesauce on my right boob; after perfecting my professional maternity outfit this morning, which included getting out the iron for probably the tenth time in my son’s two years of…
Easter
Church this morning was standing room only, rows upon rows of be-hatted women and seersucker suit-ed men fanning themselves with programs. The fashion was truly stunning, everyone starched and well pressed and pastel as you please. From my vantage point in the second story choir loft at the back of the sanctuary, I was able…
It’s Getting to That Point Where These Will All Be Baby Posts From Here On Out
No, he says, and cries, and pulls away. Come ON, I say, cajoling. It’s fun, sweetheart. Go on, you’ll be fine, just try it. You’ll love it. I am a wheedling pusher in an after school special, craftily talking him into something he doesn’t want to do. Come on, his dad joins in. Daddy can’t…