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Clara, age 10, is spending the first hour of her morning – beginning around 6:00 AM – researching the celestial bodies that were named after Hawaiian Gods after finding a dwarf planet named Makemake in a book on astronomy and strongly suspecting that the name has Hawaiian origins. Clara’s been into Hawaiian history – particularly…

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Six days after we nearly lost him, Pluto is finally home. His brother, Tobi, apparently doesn’t recognize him because all he does is hiss at him constantly. A combination of the shaved backside, the cone, the absent penis, and the myriad of new smells have the poor guy confused, but hopefully he’ll come around soon.…

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I’m running on the treadmill on Saturday morning when the phone rings. It’s Elysha. “Matt, come home now. It’s Pluto.” Pluto, our almost three year-old cat, had been acting strange for quite a while. For almost a month, he had been peeing in the bathtub and alongside the bathroom sink. But our vet had determined…

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It took 6 years and 362 days to finally convince the boy to try a hamburger, but the lure of a Happy Meal toy and a love for French fries forced him to commit to at least one bite. His response: “Sweet.” A whole new world has opened up for my son. Just wait until…

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It’s Mother’s Day. Elysha, the kids, and I are eating an excellent brunch at Big Daddy’s, a diner on the upper west side. We’re in the city to visit Elysha’s parents and her grandmother, who is a few blocks north at Mount Sinai, recovering from a recently broken hip. Elysha hands Charlie a dollar bill…

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Before bed last night , Charlie, age 6 asks: “When the Big Bang reverses and the universe compresses into a tiny dot again and then we have another Big Bang, will we all eventually get born again like this time, or will it be different?” “That’s a big question,” Elysha said. I wanted to say,…

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Charlie, age 6, said this after awakening from a bad dream: “When you wake up, bad dreams die.”  As a person who still suffers from occasional nightmares as a result of my PTSD, these were wise words. Words I needed to hear. Wisdom from my little boy.

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Clara, age 10, is sitting in the backseat of my car, reading a book. She says, “Dad, this book has it all wrong!” “What are you talking about?” I ask. “The girl in this book started playing football on the boy’s team in 1974 because of Title 9.” “You know what Title 9 is?” I…

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