Category Archives: Childhood
In my mid-twenties, I thought this book was a plausible explanation for the phenomenon of the commitment-wary male. Now I think that’s rubbish. I’m the monster. Logic dictates that I’m also Grover. So that’s a plus.
Right. Grade 5. Mr. K. Lunchtime baseball league. For whatever reason, Liz and I wanted to drop our bikes off at home before having lunch at my place and retuning to the school yard for our lunchtime baseball game. She … Continue reading