This weekend I am in Saratoga Springs, NY, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from ten years ago when Seba was seven. Sebastian is my eight-year old and he says some … Continue reading →
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I am in Corsica, France, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from over eleven years ago when Seba was six. Sebastian is my six-year-old, and he says some of the … Continue reading →
Sebastian is our seventeen-year-old son, and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. We were in a restaurant watching the World Cup. I … Continue reading →
I am in Livermore, California, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from almost exactly twelve years ago when Seba was five. Sebastian is my five-year old and he says some … Continue reading →
