When your grandfather died I was still around the age of 5, or maybe 7, I cannot recall timelines according to the year as much as I can recall memories vividly. We were together on the couch watching Sonic the hedgehog when your mother came from work crying, “Your grandfatherRead More →

Few days after our first encounter I was summoned into her office. She had previously given me a copy of “Courtesy for Boys & Girls” with the instruction that I read and memorized it. I was ready for her. I don’t remember a single thing from that book today butRead More →