Supposedly the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
It’s also lined with peel-and-stick wallpaper.
Read More »Perdition
Defying Physics
Something caught my eye as I was picking up Becky’s latest mess. A flash of blue in a sea of green.
I went to investigate and was astounded at my finding.
Read More »Beckygram: Hot Mess
Apparently, I’ve turned into quite a terror and I can destroy a room in record time. All of my therapists love this because it means I’m active and gaining strength, particularly in my upper body.
Mom isn’t so sure.
Read More »Advantage, Michael
I don’t receive too many updates on Michael, our collegiate sophomore. Honestly, I have few specifics regarding his academic performance. And he doesn’t send pictures of himself studying or in class.
But when the University sent us the tuition bill for his second year, I figured he must have passed his freshman year.
Read More »Undoubtedly
Our daughter Veronica, affectionately known to us as Rocky, joined her high school swimming team this year, as a sophomore who’s never completed a lap outside a YMCA swimming lesson.
She’s the worst swimmer on the team. And it doesn’t bother her one bit.
Read More »A Majestic Ending
Yesterday was one of those days where I will always remember where I was and what I was doing.
Photo by Craig McGonigle on Pexels.com
I was running into Home Goods when Angela called to inform me that Queen Elizabeth had died. My mundane errand stood in stark contrast to events unfolding across the pond.
Read More »Strong Start
School is off to a good start.
Even for Johnny who bemoans any subject outside PE or lunch.
Read More »Beckygram: Safely Home
Mom and I returned home safely after 2,538.8 miles.
I think that .8 of a mile was the hardest.
Read More »Beckygram: Road Trip
ln the last 72 hours Mom and I have driven from Chicago to Boston in monsoon level rains, made a visit to the University of Michigan Pediatric ER (G-tube issue), hung out at the McGee Toyota dealership while some of the greatest humans on the planet diagnosed a “Check Engine” light on the van, and moved Greta into her apartment. Oh, and I got a haircut.
It’s been great. Mom has some fabulous stories to write. But now we’re heading to Ikea.
Beckygram: Training
This is Winnie. She belongs to my Aunt Karen. I’ve learned several behavioral techniques from this sweet, supersized lab with a penchant for everything from frozen vegetables to whipped topping.
Today’s lesson was on the science of begging.
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The Refillable Glass 