Sometimes on flights I notice young men in college gear (fraternity or university sweatshirt, raggedy cap with a bill folded mercilessly downward, a dullness of the eyes) looking at Maxim, the marginally pornographic, highly profitable fluff for boys without the guts to carry Playboy. This doesn’t bother me so much; it’s not my money they’re …
As I left my bedroom the other morning Eli’s squawks drifted up to me from the kitchen. Apparently the interval between the last dregs from his milk bottle and the next course (pancakes) had stretched out too long. He was standing at the refrigerator door, alternately banging on it with his palms and grunting with …
For Caleb, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. He knew I’d be home this morning, so he decided to lobby God during last night’s bedtime prayers: “…and Lord, thank you for all the wonderful things you give us…” “And please give us eggs, and bacon…” “…thank you for our home, and our …
Recent Caleb song (to the tune of Frere Jacques) Are you sleeping Are you sleeping Stephen Caleb? Stephen Caleb? Power power power Power power power God Amen God Amen Eli can now eat with a spoon, though he clearly detests this artifice, and thinks we are all idiots for forsaking one of nature’s greatest food-eating …
I want to talk to you about a little-discussed, embarrassing illness that infects millions of Americans. Though most people are immune, we are still afflicted by the symptoms of this malady as they are manifested in others. I’m talking about HEV — the Happy Email Virus. We all know someone infected with HEV. We are …
I’m not sure where he gets it, but Eli can be both stubborn and vindictive. He’s so Southern that way. Last night he sat over a wooden cut-out puzzle, slowly removing pieces and trying to fit them back into place. This proved to be immensely frustrating for him, because in his opinion each piece belonged …
