For When I’m Not Around

The smell of steaks and burnt mesquite filled grandma’s backyard. She now rested in her room, leaving only Dad and Ivan sitting around the grill. “Did you get the check I sent?” “Yes,” answered Ivan. “Good. How’s school?” Dad asked. “It’s there.” “Do you like your classes?” “No.” “Why don’t you change them?” “I don’t want

Fixing Bikes

Classes ended a week ago. Thanks to my ADHD and because I live far from every one of my friends, I find myself often looking for things to do around the house. This year it was bike restoration. No, not motorcycles, but bicycles (you know, the pedal and non-explosive kind). I got on Craigslist and