I must admit, my heart dropped to my shoes as the realization dawned on me that my oldest son would be competing in the high jump.  There were two major factors leading up to this thundering heart-drop.  First of all, he had never attempted the high jump in all of his thirteen years, and secondly,...

As I shared in an earlier post, my oldest son has started middle school. You can read it here:  Beyond Middle School It has been a learning experience for all of us. Now that he is safely into his second grading period, he is settling in nicely.  He has mastered his school’s complicated rotating schedule...

“That’s it. I’ve had it. I call uncle.  I’m tired of bringing my oldest son to soccer.” This was the point I reached as his Fall ’15 season came to an end.  I didn’t care if he showed ‘promise’.  I no longer cared who did or didn’t want him to continue to play.  All I...