On the way home tonight, I thought of a letter I should write to my children. Be unique. Be exceptional. Be unbearably quirky, undeniably different, inexorably intimate. Wear clothes that make you more like you…
It is hardly proper for me, the person who had the pleasure of a remote control and VCR throughout most of my memory, to poke fun at the Tivo generation, but my daughter gave me…
Dear Disney: Tonight we took the daughter to your Disney on Ice spectacular. While the prince was slaying evil on ice, Darth Disney, the dark suited piracy purger, was confiscating video tapes from the dangerous…
On the way to work/preschool this morning, the daughter and I were listening to NPR. In a half conscious daze reeling through the day’s task list, I tuned out the tuned station. The daughter said…
Typical morning conversation: 3 year old daughter: “Daddy, was I in Heaven before I was born?” Me: “Well, actually that is a great question. First we have to distinguish between the physical and the spiritual…