As a divorced mom, I've had to share my son's summers with his father. It hasn't always been easy, but it has taught me some valuable lessons. The following post on the subject appears in the Red Tricycle Spoke Contributor Network and was written for their summer writing challenge: Splitting Summers with My Son’s Dad Taught... Continue Reading →
The summers of my childhood were spent splashing happily away in my grandmother's pool with my cousins, who spent summer and Christmas vacations with our grandmother, Audrey. I'm an only child and my cousins were the brothers I never had. We passed the deliciously long, leisurely days of summer working up an appetite for the... Continue Reading →
Nothing announces the arrival of summer like the slightly out of tune siren song of the ice cream truck. The ice cream truck that roams our neighborhood has a habit of trundling through close to bedtime on school nights, usually right after teeth are brushed. Not only is this inconvenient, it's also a little suspect... Continue Reading →
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