Dignity vs. Politics

My son is not a bobble-head anymore. He smiles when he likes something, laughs when we tickle him. He is learning to make new sounds, and learning to crawl. He has fake attention-seeking crying, complaining crying, hungry crying and full-on something is wrong crying. He is almost eight months old and this is how much... Continue Reading →


Father’s Day

"I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom." ― Umberto Eco This morning started with H writing a condolence note to a childhood friend. Said friend has lost his father. As I watched... Continue Reading →


Parenting is so difficult and no wonder it is full of the biggest kind of responsibility, and we have been doing it only for two weeks! But two weeks is a long time, and even with all those terrible times, all the other precious moments make those nasty ones minuscule in comparison. 

Asterix and The Talkative Little Brat

I have always been told that I was a hyper-active, talkative, easily bored, always restless kid. I was. But when I look back and think of how my parents handled that endless supply of energy, seldom quieting me down, it makes me so grateful!

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