My husband and my sons have each experienced a weird number of strange occurrences where paper and their names are concerned. I am not sure exactly who it started with. My first son, M, says it started with my husband’s father not having a middle name and so “none” was entered where his middle name … More The Paper Curse Strikes Again and Again
And now for something a little different. I wrote this poem for my oldest son when he was about seven or eight. He is now a 6’6″ adult. Growth and Pants Shopping for pants for my son Is considered, by him not much fun. But he’s smart so he let’s me know The pants, unlike … More Growth and Pants By Melodie Elaine Estes
My first son, M, met a friend, D, while riding home on the school bus from junior high school. D was the son of another family. He lived about a mile away but often rode the school bus home with M. When they met, D was in junior high and M was in 10th grade(?). … More One Son By Another Mother
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