Monthly Archives: October 2011
“Bang…Bang…Bang!” We would all stop. Knowingly look at each other and fall into formation. Ten kids all under the age of 10-years old, running, playing, making all kinds of noise and simply enjoying the pleasures of childhood. The infamous banging on the ceiling coming through the floor could only mean one thing; we had to headdownstairs where my aunt awaited us with imminent punishment. read more. . .
I was teaching my niece/daughter, her boyfriend and my spiritual son how to play Rummikub, a tile version of the card game. I told them I would teach them how to play, but it is up to you to learn to win. read more. . .
My nephew taught me that the game is not over until the clock hits :00. When I first started watching basketball if my team was ahead at the two minute mark I just knew they had won the game. Much to my chagrin I witnessed how points could slip away and they would lose it all. I would be so upset. read more . . .