Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. “Maybe later” meant no.

Zane was pretty sure that worries and bossing were related, like a pair of old aunties.

Am I alone in this mother-food connection or does being with your mom trigger the sudden and voracious need for large amounts of mac & cheese, rice pudding, and the scraps along the side of a bowl of cookie dough?

Let your boys test their wings. They may not be eagles, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't soar free.

Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

I suppose the mothers of most twelve-year-old boys live with the uneasy conviction that their sons are embarked upon a secret life of crime.