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The universal usefulness of cursing
We were in a hurry. In order for my son, Owen, to get to school in time to have breakfast with his friends we had to move quickly. He had one arm in his jacket and one foot in a … Continue reading
What I would like to teach my son
The high school me that decorated his locker with pictures of Jim Morrison and Emily Dickinson wouldn’t touch politics. But my interest in poetry was genuine. It was a good fit that I reveled in. I nurtured it, and I … Continue reading
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Tagged Emily Dickinson, love, parenting, plato, Plato’s “ladder of love”, poetry
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The poem that taught me to love
The machinery of the universe is humming – The night sky hints blueprints. That is the first poem I wrote. I was a teenager. It popped into my head as I was lying in bed, at night, staring up at … Continue reading
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Column: a note to my son about this life
Dear Owen, I spend a lot of time thinking about what’s important in life. I always have, but even more so since your birth. Before you came into my life, my natural curiosity drew me to this puzzle time and … Continue reading
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Mr. Mom scours the Web
My wife and I, like many of our friends, have fluid roles in raising our son, Owen. I say this in comparison to my parents, or Sarah’s parents who had more traditional roles. (Both moms stayed home to raise the … Continue reading
The Big, Red Spaceship Car & the Time Rift
Over the past week, I feel like I’ve aged 10 years. When my wife and I went out looking for a new car, I was thinking of the sporty Subaru WRX, or maybe the bold Toyota FJ Cruiser. We came … Continue reading
It’s not the stranger that’s making them nervous. It’s you.
You are standing on a train platform. It’s late, and foggy. No one is around. It’s just you and your child at your side. You hear footsteps at the other end of the platform. They approach steadily. You crane your … Continue reading
