Ah, the stage. You have bemused me for years. I’ve trodden your polished beams as a chorister, musician, knife-grinder, barbershop singer, inappropriately and racially insensitively cast postal worker, Achilles (or the Tortoise), a Greek messenger in Nike shoes, soloist, accompanist, graduate. I envy Erin her future opportunities to walk across the stage. Those moments, at…
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In which I realize that I am not awesome
I had a chance to be awesome the other day. I was at a playdate with Awkward Moment Mom and the the Mommy Politics Moms. It was hosted by AMM and she had also invited one of her friends who has a slightly older girl than the rest of us; a peek into the future…
The Year-Long Weekend
Day One: Thursday or "The Day the Camera Stood Still" Erin’s 1st Birthday was Thursday. Because we are good (read: terrible) parents we took her to Disneyland (you know, because she’s been begging us to take her). This was her third trip to visit Mickey. Let me explain something about my wife and I. We…