Author name: Karyl F. Stein

We just returned from a vacation to Washington D.C. First of all: a huge thanks to my Michigan parents for providing this as we would not have gone without them financing the whole thing! It was a great trip with several stories to tell, but I’ll try to stick with just an overview. Monday: It’s […]

We had her party before her actual birthday and all had a good time. For her party, she wanted to eat out with a small group of friends, go ice skating and then head back to the house for cake and general playing around. She insisted on making and frosting her own cake, although after

My neighbor has this ATV with a snowplow on it.   His brother lives on the other side of me.  Since brother 1, (the one with the ATV—the older one I think), clears brother 2’s driveway when it snows enough to break out the heavy equipment, I benefit because he leaves the plow down and clears

I wonder if there’s a “can’t feel what you’re carrying behind you” gene. Why do I wonder this? Well, this morning while herding the kids out the door for school I find William just standing in the hallway with a dazed look on his face.  “Time to go, bud”, I tell him. “I can’t find

Ann came into my office after bed asking if we could talk.  “Of course,” I said.  She couldn’t sleep and just wanted to talk to me about what she was thinking about and how she was feeling. We’ve had these sorts of chats before, but this time it was somehow different.  I’m not sure how

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to tame my office in my free time.  It’s not a large space, but somehow it’s turned into a monstrous project.  I’ve managed to put a lot of things in their appropriate places, (e.g. not “staging” piles), but you couldn’t tell now as it’s full again

I have been listening to the song “Walk Like an Egyptian” for most of the evening.  It wasn’t me playing it over and over; it was the kids.  I don’t have anything against the song.  If it came on the radio I wouldn’t turn it off and I probably have it in my music collection

A while back I asked William what we wanted to do for his birthday. I expected something like take his class to Zap Zone for laser tag, go ice skating, go to Chuck-E-Cheese, etc. Instead, he said he wanted to eat out and then come home and play “sports” with friends. I was a little

I took the kids to their (and my) first baseball game at Comerica Park today. I’m not big into baseball, but the kids are. They know all the players on the Tiger’s roster and even have nicknames for some of them, (Sir Spits-a-lot I guess is a pitcher, but didn’t play this game, Bobble-Head, and,