Somehow, I like liverwurst.
I’m not sure how it happened. I only know that I was very young and that somehow Mom got me to try it. Continue reading
Billy and I are a lot alike. We both love hamburgers, chocolate milk, and Legos, airplanes, building things (and crashing them together), rough-housing and tickles, and telling Sophie what a good dog she is.
We’re also different in some ways. Continue reading
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
So goes a frequent exchange between a joyful Billy and me. He doesn’t want me to reply in any other way, and he doesn’t want me to stop being goofy. Karen often wants me to improvise songs about broccoli from Tennessee or to tell her stories about bacon.
As if to prove the point, she just walked into the office, hunched over, knees slapping her hands, saying, “Daddy! Help me! My hands keep high-fiving my legs!” Continue reading