Family

My mother said those words to me the day that I was too sick to go to first grade. I threw up a few times in the middle of the night and my dad, who used to wake his three children up by opening bedroom doors and pulling up shades, let me sleep in. I […]

I was born and raised on the South Shore of Long Island, back in the 1960s and 70s. When I was growing up, the most dreadful holiday was Labor Day. After two full months of no school, it signified the end of summer. Back to school. The worst three words any kid could ever hear.