Writing with my Son

I think I posted a picture up a while ago of my oldest in his Dress White uniform (uniform opinion from my boy: Itchy. Yeah, he's ADHD.) He called a couple of weeks ago to say that he'd been working on a story. Ironically this is a story he started thinking of when my amazing…

How about if I take the pictures instead?

In Tina Fey's book, she says that she loves photo shoots. Beyond the free coffee bar, and the make-up artist and hairstylists, apparently Tina's photographers are always saying things like, "Perfect!" "Beautiful!" "Amazing." Here's what my photographer says: "Stick your chin forward a little because otherwise it looks like you have no chin, which makes…

Graduated, again

Sam, Me, Danny, Michelle

Sam on Left, Me, then Danny, and Michelle I don’t want to go on and on about this, but as of June 3, 2011, my oldest boy is an Airman Recruit in the United States Navy. Handsome huh? This happy photo arrived only after a miserable two months with nothing but letters—although when cut off…

Shuffling the iPod

Driving home late at night from Zanesville with 15 year old son, found a few interesting things about the contents of my iPod: 1) I have a dozen short Audio Tours of Chicago but when I loaded them up, I forgot to check "skip when shuffling." I often still listen to them anyway, which is…

Picking Cotton

The latest in my incredibly insatiable appetite for books— or is it my insatiable appetite to get other people to read the books I think they should? Hard to say. Enough questioning my motives. This one’s important. Jennifer Thompson-Cannino was a college student who was raped at knifepoint in her apartment shortly before she graduated. She…

Oxygen

In the never-ending quest to find a really great novel, I tend to consume a lot. I don't consume much junk--at least by my definition--anymore, because one day I finally stopped finishing everything I started. There's not as much time left, and I guess I subconsciously knew that. And every once in a while I…

Sigler Fools Day–the Adventure Begins

April 1st dawned gray and chilly, but the dreariness of the Ohio weather would not dampen our enthusiasm nor deter us from our mission. The schedule was packed full; only a brief half-hour available at noon to fulfill our quest. A scramble of activity before and after, but the mission deserved our sacrifices, and Scott…

Coming up…

As I have most of my shopping done-- I think I forgot two things-- and only about a dozen presents to wrap, I'll probably try to put up the next chapter before Christmas. In which Henry must now not only speak to the girl at the gym, but also get her to go on a…