While attempting to bring order to the mass of blocks, books, clothes, and little-boy treasures that is Caleb and Eli’s room, Wife found this note, which she subsequently learned was dictated by Eli to Caleb, with a little editorial help from the latter:
“Dear Santa,
I would like an E-racer. It costs $17.98. I hope it’s not a problem!
your budy,
Eli”
And Santa, if you happen to be reading this and find yourself overleveraged in subprime mortgage-backed securities, we can front you the $17.98.
This is How You Heal the Wound
The Subdivision
On the Virtues of Peeing Outside
Imagination destruction
The Things We Build
Our Love Affair With Fairs
Curse of the Greedy Copyright Holders
Boy, the Scout Handbook Keeps Changing
Ya Gotta Have (Real) Friends
G.K., Santa, and Me
How Can I Teach My Kids to Work?
Intelligence Designer
Elective
The Glass Child
Name
The Grace I Know
Coming Apart
Uninterested
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