Caleb and Eli seek me out, each carrying a little plastic hatchet. “We’re looking for the turkey,” says Caleb. “Thanksgiving’s over.” “No, the little turkey that goes in the play barn.” “Oh. I don’t know where it is.” “Well, have you sawn it?” “No.” “No, Caleb, have you seen it. You said ‘sawn.’” Caleb walks …
Since today is the day we sons and daughters of unwanted immigrants offer thanks that the Almighty did not see fit to give those who got here before us gunpowder and military organization, it seems a fitting time to reply to the numerous responses to my post a couple of weeks ago, about the opposition …
Several of you had very thoughtful critiques of my last post regarding what I see as an unconscionable intermingling of politics and faith by AFR, which I will reply to soon. But for now, let’s talk about something we can all agree on, which is the unfathomable, almost unbearable cuteness of my children. Isaac has …
While driving to work yesterday morning I hit a rarely-used button on my radio, one set to a mainstream Christian station where one in ten songs is not, for my tastes, awful. Every once in a while I try them out, and every once in a while they aren’t playing a dreadful song. The news …
Isaac discovered there’s candy in those shiny scraps of paper the boys are hoarding. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a toddler new to walking try to run from you, but it is a tragicomic sight: little hips wiggling to get the wary legs to flop faster, arms out like a wader in a …
