May 4th, 2012
There was no getting around it: it was time for me to go. We had shared 18 years under one roof, and now, there we were, just the two of us, standing under a shady tree, 1,500 miles from home. He was definitely not only not coming with me, but undoubtedly hoping I didn’t get too emotional in public.
Aug 20th, 2011
There are marathon bedtime story rituals, endless questions about how things work, and monsters under the bed. Lego pieces grow smaller and castles more intricate. He tries the guitar, plays the trombone, saves quarters to buy video games, and collects trading cards, which he keeps in a shoe box under his bed.