Yesterday was a snow-day. The day before, Ian was bombastically and ballistically ill. We basked in the wonder of Netflix and watched the first season of MacGyver. Ian filled his tool-belt with a plastic knife, compass, three pirate eye-patches, and a treasure map. I made a book of matches for lighting fuses. He drew a […]
‘And I would carry the sea to Mars in the big bucket,’ said my son, who does not possess doctorates in Chemistry, Biology, or Long Division.
Shoes | By Anonymous My father has a pair of shoes So beautiful to see. I want to wear my father’s shoes. They are too big for me. My baby brother has a pair As cunning as can be. My feet won’t go into that pair. They are too small for me. There’s only one […]
Because we can’t afford a hybrid or flash water heater, I decided to do our part for the environment by replacing our incandescent Christmas lights with LEDs. I was also out of replacement bulbs, and we’re running low on band-aids. Returning from dinner last night, Kelly wondered aloud why the blue bulbs seemed brighter than […]
His hands are clutched in his hair, fingers clawing for pain they can’t grasp. He twirls them at the back of his head when he’s tired, but now they’re frantic and futile, at a loss for something, anything, to comfort. He curls next to me under the covers and starts to cry, his head cradled […]
Ian took tap and ballet lessons from a friend this summer. He wouldn’t let us watch the rehearsals, but had no qualms about performing in front of a gymnasium full of over-stimulated parents. The title of the song is meant to be ironic. I dare anyone to disagree.
Ian drew this picture in the car last night, coming home from dinner. He explained his idea—in exhaustive detail—on the way to the restaurant. Be sure to click through and hover to read the notes. He was very specific in his design.
From The Memory of Old Jack, by Wendell Berry: ‘…When they stop the children are instantly scrambling over the tailgate. Hannah gets out. “Listen! I want you both to mind now, and be good.” “We will,” Margaret says. “Mattie, did you hear me?” “Yes.” Her warnings to Mattie always leave her with the impression that […]