Category Archives: Raising Boys

His Fabulous Hair

My husband keeps his hair clipped short. He has beautiful thick curly hair, but you would never know it. He cuts the curl right out. He thinks it makes him look professional and well kempt. I think it’s a shame. … Continue reading

Posted in Raising Boys | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Black Widow

My husband was bewildered when I told him we would be driving our middle son, Robby, to college. He figured Robby would get there on his own, just like he and all his five siblings had. No matter that this … Continue reading

Posted in Raising Boys | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Robby’s Hair

My husband keeps his hair clipped short. He has beautiful thick curly hair, but you would never know it. He cuts the curl right out. He thinks it makes him look professional and well kempt. I think it’s a shame. … Continue reading

Posted in Raising Boys | Tagged | Leave a comment

The Tackle Box

My son Robby opens his tackle box and shows me his fishing lures. Each is in its own little compartment like an expensive box of chocolates. He names them, carefully holding them up between his fingers and turning them, like … Continue reading

Posted in Raising Boys | Tagged , , , , , , , | 3 Comments