Kids making merry in mama’s theater . Either it’s childhood that disappears, or the child itself. We’ve had both in our family, and as bittersweet as it is to watch one’s children grow older, it is an unspeakable gift to do so. I was looking through my digital photo archives
[Ed. note: Please forgive another sprawling disquisition on the emotional/ethical tangle in the wake of Tucson. I get the feeling these are the first in a long series of such things.] This is a parenting blog, primarily. Parenting as seen through my eyes, which are those of a white middle
Herewith a string of disconnected thoughts and a litany of links to many things you likely already know, simply because at the moment there feels like so little else I’ve been able to do. Like so many of us, since about midday Saturday I’ve been off-and-on glued to my news