Perfectly Normal

Jack is five. It’s March, and if you are a kindergartner there are mischievous leprechauns all around your room. Jack’s classroom is decidedly green. Today is the class is writing…

Lindsay Longmeyer had zits and stringy blond hair; he was the attractive Bad Boy that teenage girls abhor and adore. He used to sit behind me on the bus and…

“Ready. . . go!” “OK. . . dick, dong, package, pecker, schlong, salami, boner, meat. . . ” I scribble as fast as I can to get all the terms…

Two years ago, I heard this snippet of a conversation between my son, Jamin, and his fourth-grade buddy in the backseat of my car. “. . . then he went…