Safety Dance

She woke with a hankering for good, local beer in an ice-cold glass. And, although she couldn’t quite explain it, she had a feeling the opportunity for one would present itself soon. Still, not one to leave such things to chance, she stopped at the corner market to grab a Kettlehouse Pale Ale, making sure…

Dear Joey

Holy shit, you’re almost four. In less than two weeks, you’ll officially be a little boy. Sometimes I still see traces of the baby I once bounced and rocked, but your body is already shaping up a lot like your dad’s – tall and lanky. You’re stretching out like a caterpillar before my very eyes,…