Archive for April, 2005

April, 2005

Self America

Last Saturday morning, I was awakened by a cocktail weenie-sized finger pressing deeply into my eyeball.
“Dad, wake up,” my son London said, one hand placed on the hip of his T-rex pajamas.
“Can’t I sleep?”
“No way.” He pressed his face close to mine so the tips of our noses touched. “You need to make me breakfast.” […]