Her name was Patience. She was young, pretty, determined, and seemingly friendless. I might have been wrong, but I asked her if she had any
Tag: growing up
Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Cold Hands, Warm Hearts My eldest brother Max (10 years my senior) had asked his best friend Teddy to escort me home from the theater
I Hate Valentine’s Day
I Hate Valentine’s Day – A Very Short Story “I shouldn’t be alone today,” thought young Randy as he sat brooding on a rock, on
A Special Kind of Magic – Parenting in the Pandemic – Empty Nest Version
When I started writing this blog in 2012 one of my kids was in high school, and the other was in middle school. This was
Normal, or Whatever
I’m trying to appear to be normal and appear to be a normal parent. Considering I’m a Vampire that is always the the case,
Just Listen…
This morning it was quiet aside from the sounds of the birds and the occasional car in the distance. Right before dawn, when the
Vampire Maman 