My son is two years old or, in the jaw-clenching vernacular of uber-parents, he’s twenty-four months old. Before having kids I vowed only to count a child’s age in months until they were old enough to count it in years. …
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Music That Makes My Son Cry
Surely there’s some music in your life that you hold in reserve, something that drills through the layers of carapace and emotional ossification and gets to your heart. When you allow yourself to hear this music it unlocks a pure…
Architecture for Children
I haven’t talked about my work here before because…well, I’m not sure why except it as nice to have that clean break. Life is not full of clean breaks, however, and things that are important in my work life are…
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My God, What’s That Thing?
Here’s the thing about having infants who wake up throughout the night: you’ll have incredible recall of your dreams. I’ve often written about my dreams here, which range from bizarre to horrific. Please step back in time with me to…
The Old Man in Our House
We have a houseguest, a little old man, who can’t see very well, or hear, or walk. He sleeps a lot, which is good, but he dribbles food out the side of his mouth, grunts and wheezes, and is impatient…
Greatest Achievement
Before I was a parent I’d hear people say that their greatest achievement was raising a child. This always struck me as pathetic, that you would define yourself through someone else. Vicarious achievement has never been my goal as a…
