There used to be this kid on our street growing up named Michael Seifried who the Twin Brothers and I sometimes hung out with even though he was mean and told dirty jokes. He was two years our senior and … Continue reading
When I was growing up, the Twin Brothers Rama and I were allowed to watch one hour of TV on school nights. Ours was not a household where the TV was always running in the background; you had to ask … Continue reading
Portrait of a Little Brother During Big Sister’s Ice Skating Class 4:00 PM: 4:15 PM: 4:30 PM: (It’s a hard knocks life.) Did you like this? Subscribe to the blog. (It’s free!)
“Mama,” my four-year-old son said to me recently as I repeated his English words back to him in Lithuanian, “In da U.S.A., you speak U.S.A. You no speak da Li-too-way-nee-yun.” Never mind the fact that he made it with an … Continue reading
When the friends we are vacationing with allowed their almost six year old son to walk over the bridge and through the meadow to our house by himself, I knew I was in trouble. “Mama,” V-meister said with arms akimbo … Continue reading
