My son turned eleven less than a week ago. Already I am certain that I see signs of the age in him. Here is my take on eleven, in a boy:
Eleven is private. He wishes to be left alone by grown-ups, of whom he is increasingly suspicious. Do not touch his […]
I remember my brother (8 years older than me) standing on the shore of Depot Pond in all of it’s serene glory, taking one deep breath, and belching out the entire alphabet. It was a sound to behold, most often followed by roaring applause. (He is, after all, one of 7 children.) The […]
