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I have to tilt the rear view mirror downward before I can see him. He’s eight, but still in his booster seat because like me,

“I had this great case,” I tell Brian. He smiles gently. Nods. This is as excited as he gets. Brian knows everything. He’s not a

I don’t have a little brother. I do, however, have a cousin, three-years my junior.  Throughout the eighties, my brother and I spent our summers

The machine running in my kitchen sounds like a jackhammer. I don’t want to be anywhere near it, and more importantly, I don’t want my

NOTE: THIS POST CONTAINS MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. ALTHOUGH IT IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN, IT IS LIKELY REQUIRED READING FOR THOSE THIRTEEN AND OVER. A

My seven-year old studies the poster in his older brother’s room. Baseball Rules. Always step into your throw. Don’t bunt on two strikes. There’s no