Not sure which is worse, the poetry or the bball play last night — but I’m going to revel in the horrendous of both- and repost my Facebook feed poem in progress from last night.
Tucked the kids, dressed in their UConn tees into bed –
with visions of Shabzz and the big dance in their heads. Read the rest of this entry
The hardest part Papa – is that you and I haven’t always had the greatest relationship. In retrospect this is most likely due to the fact that we are more alike than I’ve ever been willing to admit. Pig headed, loud, and self involved– easy to anger, easily frustrated, easily distracted. But then, we have good things in common too. We know you need to work hard, and play hard. We like our music turned up in the car, we like to dance in kitchens, we both like a shot of tequilla now and again. We read the paper from cover to cover. We like snacks. We have passion, and conviction, we stand strong, if not rigid in our beliefs. We know that there is nothing in front of family – and that friends that have been kicking around since we were ten, or twenty something, are just like family too. And, and, we love our sports teams. Read the rest of this entry