A few weeks ago, my daughter tripped on the sidewalk and skinned both knees and the palms of her hands. These were the real deal -- bloody, angry-looking, quarter-sized sidewalk burns. Just looking at her injuries made me wince, gritting my teeth as I recalled the hot-burning-jabbing-needles sense-memory of the childhood skinned knee. My kid… Continue reading I don’t want boo-boo
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A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
Look up! There's a video of me reading my letter. Below, you'll see the transcript if you'd prefer to read instead. What are your hopes and expectations for this next generation? What's next for you? A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One My darling daughter, You gave me a sweet memory… Continue reading A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
Running toward monsters
If you ask my daughter what she’d like to be when she grows up, she’ll say a fairy-princess-ballerina. If anyone can do that, she’ll be the one. It’s been a long journey for us to Princessville. For a long time, I resisted cluttering her little girl life with what I considered to be the mind-numbing… Continue reading Running toward monsters
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