Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.

— Winston Churchill

Is Grandpa on Speed Dial?

In my last post I was contemplating bullying and the subtle nuances of friendships and home life that most certainly feed a culture of one-up-menship and false superiority between seemingly disparate groups of people. You were all so kind in your comments and feedback, which I adore.
Just as I was starting to think I perhaps [...]

Forced Home for Christmas

All year we have planned to spend the Christmas holiday here in Georgia rather than make our annual trip to Vermont to be with my parents and family. For 11 months I’ve stuck to my guns, shrugged off the guilt, remained determined for Santa to visit Aaron in our own home. Even if I changed [...]