Mom always said we’d never know when a bus might hit us and paramedics would have to check out our underwear.
She neglected to mention that most medical emergencies don’t need paramedics, much less require them to examine your underwear. It’s your outerwear getting scrutinized during all those crises unattended by fire trucks. Continue reading “Thanks a Lot, Mom”
Hell froze over.
The four horsemen of the apocalypse would surely ride into the cul-de-sac at any moment.
I knew this was so because my son gave away all of his Pokémon cards. Continue reading “The End of Life as We Know It”
It was a parent’s worst nightmare. My son, my sweet baby, held up on display for all to see.
He stood on a block before an unruly crowd. Every move he made broadcast his blatant disregard of his mother’s teachings, his refusal to conform to even the most elementary rules of human conduct.
“My God!” I cried, turning to my husband. “I asked you to make him go BEFORE the swim meet!” Continue reading “We All Have to Go Sometime”
A group of unshaven, bleary-eyed men milled about our local Target store Saturday morning, waiting for it to open. I realized with a sinking feeling they were there for the same reason my son and I were: to grab any Pokémon cards the stock clerks might have put on the shelves the night before. Continue reading “Beware the Pokémon”