Charles Dickens wrote of children: “I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.” Fred Rogers was loved by millions of children, and his life was no slight thing. He has left us today, and the world is much poorer for it. …
I want to share something that I think is just the most beautiful passage: “If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that …
One night months ago Caleb noticed that little bits of fluff from his socks had collected between his toes. “What’s that?” “Toe cheese.” “Oh.” This might have been a mistake. It wasn’t really toe cheese in the improper foot care sense. It is only a matter of time before we have some embarrassing public announcement …
The problem with morning people is that they think the rest of us are the problem. The reality is that the morning person is the classic interventionist; not content to bask in the glory of his cheerful morning, he finds it necessary to whip all those around him into a frenzy of morning exuberance as …
“Caleb, child, sit still in that chair.” “I think it’s that Y-chromosome; it leaves boys uneven so they can’t sit straight.” “Whatever. I thought girls had the Y-chromosome, and boys have X.” “No, I’m pretty sure that boys are Y’s.” “No, I think they’re X’s.” “No, Daddy, boys aren’t wise.” “He’s right about that, you …
There are two kinds of people who use their cell phones on the train: those who deserve to have their lungs torn out by my jagged fingernails, and those who should have their genitalia removed with a rusty tweezer. At some stops not all the doors open. This is on purpose. I think it’s a …
