How Much?

How Much?

The tradition began when my first grandson was between two and three and could understand language. I would ask, “How much does Grammy love you?” His eyes would light up as I held up one hand and measure about an inch between my thumb and index finger. “This much?” I...
Go Knock On Doors

Go Knock On Doors

Fictional homicide detective Harry Bosch has a poster on his cubicle wall that says this: Get off your ass and go knock on doors. Perhaps I should have cleaned that up and said rear. Or butt. Or keister. (But then my weird memory recollected that President Ronald...
Choosing To Make The Call

Choosing To Make The Call

I am not a police officer. And I know that. I am not a child protective services worker. And I know that. I am not a psychologist, a social worker, or a court-appointed child advocate. And I know that. What I am is a good mother who recognizes when a child is being...