Last fall, the week before Thanksgiving, I was at home preparing for a flight when Nia called: she had been practicing after school for choir and both of us were under the impression that her older brother Darius was picking … Read the rest
Last week, Darius turned in his first assignment for World History class, a project requiring him to assemble top news stories from the year he was born.
In newspaper format, my son listed 1997’s hottest film (“Titanic”), the price of … Read the rest
With his sixteenth birthday just around the corner, Darius is in that crazy stage of development between childhood and adulthood.
With a deepening voice, long, lean limbs and a noticeable line of facial hair across his upper lip, it’s getting … Read the rest