I can hear my son’s voice echoing through the house even as he is away on a weekend trip to Alabama with his mother. I swear I hear Ellis’ voice – every now and then an imagined coo, giggle or cry – cutting through the dry air as if he were physically here, and those sounds were actually emanating from his curled, partially agape mouth. I, of course, am hearing

Spring sprang to summer, and summer reverted back to winter what with these wild temperature swings (I still don’t buy into global warming, even less now that Mr. Albert dubs it a “moral” issue. Does he even know what the word moral means in this sense??). I’ve got snakes in my yard (even though the scoreboard fails to reflect it, the tally currently stands at…*drum roll, please*… EP 0, Snakes