On Tuesday night of this week I hauled the 4th Grader and the 1st Grader across town for a football game so the older one could cheer. The 1st Grader was tired from a long day at school and was in no mood to be a cooperative spectator on metal bleachers in 90 degree heat:…
Since I first started this blog last August, the Spouse has been saying that I should give an explanation for its name, Suburban Shalom. So, I’m finally ready to try… I think most everyone knows what “suburban” means. It is, after all, where a good many of us abide these days. Though suburbia may have…