Family
A beautiful princess
When you live in a diverse community and your daughter attends a diverse school filled with children of all colors, then princesses can suddenly be any color, too. I found this in Clara’s school folder last night, and it made my night.
Read MoreJust another Saturday night
It’s Saturday night in our house. An evening to relax. Enjoy ourselves. Have some fun. What did our 9 year-old daughter, Clara, choose to do with her free time? She read books on ancient Greece and ancient Rome, and then for funsies decided to create a Venn diagram comparing and contrasting the two cultures. She’s…
Read MoreMy son, the conceptual percussionist
Our son, Charlie, age six, designed a drum kit out of several of his toys. Then he conceptualized a song called “Exploring Your Life” that… well, he can explain better than I ever could. Whenever my kids do something like this, I cannot help but think that when I was their age, I was a…
Read MoreNews of a pending divorce
When I asked how her day went, my 10 year-old daughter, Clara, said she had a little trouble at recess. “Yeah,” I said. “What happened?” “Well,” she began. “We were playing house, and I’m the mother, and this boy is the father, and we have two kids. Sounds good. Right? Except I’ve decided that it’s…
Read MoreSmart cat. Terrible skill.
I know what you’re thinking. There’s no cuter cat in the world. Right? I thought that, too, until I came downstairs this morning and found the kitchen sink running. “Damn kids,” I thought. I turned off the water and went to the table to begin my work. A few minutes later, I heard the water…
Read MoreCharlie lost his first tooth. Also, a lot more happened.
Big day for my little boy. After countless days of wiggling and pulling, Charlie finally lost his first tooth. He was brushing his teeth when, according to him, he felt something. “I stopped brushing, reached into my mouth, and it was my tooth!” Damn was he excited. I was in the shower at the time,…
Read MoreFirst words this morning
My nine year-old daughter, Clara, came downstairs this morning, and before saying another word, asked, “Dad, what started the French and Indian War?” Why my daughter would start her day with this question is beyond me. “Did you know,” I said, “that the French and Indian War wasn’t actually between …” “I know, I know,”…
Read MoreMy children show me a world I often fail to see
One of my favorite thing about kids – mine as well as other people’s children – is how often I see the world in a new way through their innocent, creative, untainted eyes. Like this. Who know raspberries could be so versatile? So decorative? I’ve always thought of raspberries as a nonsense fruit. They last…
Read MoreMy son loves his mother and sister. Period.
I have to wonder: Is my son trying to hurt me, or is his cruelty casual and unintentional?
Read MoreFeline interference
I have the same exact struggle with my cat with one exception: I’m not just doing surgery when Plto sits across my forearms. I’m writing. A far more serious piece of business.
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