Boondock Ramblings

Four is the new terrible twos

“I’M NOT DOING ANY MORE SCHOOL WORK UNTIL MY BROTHER SITS NEXT TO ME AT THE TABLE!!” Her little voice pierced my eardrums and grated on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. Papers, pencils, and crayons scattered… Read More

Frank. And only Frank. Thanks, Kid. I’m now sick of Frank.

Every night and every nap for the last two years my daughter has had to listen to Frank Sinatra’s “In The Wee Small Hours” album while she’s falling asleep. I’ve tried to change the music without her knowing… Read More