Category Archives: Jack

Guitar Fixed! And Other News

I’m not sure if I shared here, but somehow the neck of my guitar was broken . . . by children, no doubt. It’s a cheap guitar and I don’t play anywhere but for myself, so I was distressed at … Continue reading

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A French Quarter Story

509 Saint Croix Street* – there we are. I stand in a lather of indecision on the damp, grotty cobbled street, while my six and eight year old boys fiddle and jangle their limbs and punch each other half-heartedly, in … Continue reading

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Drizzly Zoo Trip

Faced with the prospect of a rainy Saturday with the kids by myself, I contemplated staying home – them destroying the house, fighting, bouncing off the walls.  I contemplated the aquarium – eleventy million people, kids scattering in three directions … Continue reading

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Jack. Eight.

The universal and the unique are at war when parents try to describe their children to other people.  Jack is Everyman at eight – everything I could say about him will sound like what all parents say about their offspring, … Continue reading

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Why My Sons are the Best

Craig knows new words every day.  Every day.  Today, for example, he said such sentences as “No bedtime yet for Craig.” “Line ’em up, cars!” “I want juice or milk baba.” “Aunt Corrie, Aunt Caki, Aunt Amanda, uuuuuum, who else? … Continue reading

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