I spent my Thanksgiving morning the same way that I had spent all of my Thanksgiving mornings until I was 17 years old. I awoke to the smell of turkey long since in the oven, my mother fretting over whether or not to add mayonnaise to the mashed potatoes, she decided yes, and also …
Month: November 2015
Curiouser and Curiouser
My oldest turns four in a few weeks. It's been one heavenly ride thus far. I refrain from using the other "h" word even though it's shorter and more apropos. There are innumerable lessons that I should have learned along the way, that I clearly didn't, as is evidenced by my second son, who is …
J. Manuel 