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The Best Father’s Day Ever
Pitching Game Two In Style…. Okay! It’s Father’s Day once again and we at PhilYouIn have counted and recounted your votes and have finally arrived at the third annual Best Father’s Day blog winner! Enjoy! (The vote was close. Honorable mention to the unforgettable runner up, “Carpet,” about the time Mike gave me a carpeted Continue reading
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Unbreakable
By the time I was four years old, I had learned not to get caught doing anything wrong. My mom had no reservations about sending a quick slap my way if she thought my behavior called for it. And when I seemed too happy playing with my toys, my big brother was always too happy Continue reading
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The Great Escape
When I was not quite two and a half years old, my Mom informed me that she needed to go to the library. So she dressed me, put me in my carriage, and off we went. (Okay. I know. “How can he possibly remember what happened when he was two?!! That’s ridiculous!” Well, I do. Continue reading
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Baby Girl Redux
In 1989 we took the kids to Disney World. Mike was seven, Dana four. Stayed at a Disney resort. Mike loved it. Dana too…on most days. Dana was an adorable, beautiful little girl with ringlets of curls surrounding her face. But her eyes would turn dark when she felt slighted in any way. Storm clouds Continue reading
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American Cheese
I owned retail stores. Pharmacies and greeting card stores. Worked them many hours a day, six or seven days per week. For 27 years. My kids worked whenever possible. For a few years in the early to mid 1990s there was a home for adults with mental disabilities three blocks from the store. A group Continue reading
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Never Let Them See You Cry
Mike was our first child, and he was just what we wanted. Curly blond hair, beautiful smile which was always on display, funny and well behaved. My problem was I had to figure out a way to teach him how to handle himself once he started school. I knew how mean kids could be; this Continue reading
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Getting Old
Kids are taught that there is no such thing as a stupid question. That questions are inherently smart. When I was a kid and I asked a question, the response was usually something like, “Shutup, stupid.” So I basically stopped asking. Now that I am old, people stop what they are doing to be certain Continue reading
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Baby Girl
When our daughter, Dana, was little she was as happy as a little girl could be. About 40% of the time. The other 60% was another story. She could be smiling and laughing and showering me with hugs and kisses, when suddenly a thought would cross her mind. A dark shadow would come over her Continue reading
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