Disaster averted.
While I was gone for the weekend, Elysha allowed our three year old to sleep with her in our bed, the first time this has been permitted. It could have…
Gratitude journal: Grandparent love
Tonight I am grateful for the love that Clara feels toward her grandparents. She adores Nani and Gramps and is as comfortable and happy in their presence as she is…
She loves her future sibling, perhaps because she has not been asked to share yet.
I’m hoping that the love my daughter feels for her future sibling lasts a very long time. I know there will be days when the two of them don’t exactly…
My wife looks beautiful, so shut up, lady.
Yesterday, a woman asked my very pregnant but perfectly sized wife if she is having twins. When Elysha answered in the negative, the woman then said, “Wow! You’re big.” Actually,…
Gratitude journal: My solo mission
As much as I may have have wanted and appreciated financial support from my parents after high school (at least in times of need), after watching the pilot episode of…
French toast is her Muse
Some songwriters are inspired by love. Others by joy, anger, heartache, loss and even peaches. My daughter is apparently inspired by French toast. Strange, but damn cute, too.
Resolution update: April 2012
1. Don’t die. Another month of avoiding death complete. 2. Lose ten pounds. Things were looking so good until I attended back-to-back literary festivals over the last two weekends and…
Gratitude journal: Still her favorite thing to do
Tonight I’m grateful that some things have not changed. My daughter is three years old. I can’t imagine that this will last very much longer, but I will cherish it…
I forged author Kate DiCamillo’s signature, but don’t worry. I was signing one of her books.
While speaking on a panel at the Newburyport Literary Festival on Saturday, I was asked to recommend two books. I recommended my first novel, SOMETHING MISSING, though doing so made…
My little future novelist?
When my daughter makes her dolls and other little people speak, she uses dialogue attribution. It’s quite strange. “I want to play with Katie!” said Lily. “Okay,” said Katie. “Let’s…
