We all have to wait. There’s a spectrum of patience, from Indian bureaucracy at the top to Manhattan driver at the bottom. I can be patient when I know it’s truly out of my hands, and horribly impatient when it’s…
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Life of a Boy
These are the things my son does that I love: When I pick him up from preschool he sees me from across the room, lets out a happy yip, and crawls to me at top speed, arms and legs…
Supposed to be Sleeping
There’s an hour of night when everything is asleep, even the trees and waves and soil. Even the mockingbirds, and they’re the frat boys of the avian world, getting territorial and screaming at all hours of day, then ratcheting it…
Nightmares and a Scary Bunny
If you have kids you have to resign yourself to interrupted sleep. Last night, The Boy was teething and had thrown up earlier in the evening and was in a grumpy mood. Child Harbat was in a very good mood…
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Into the Maw
Just so we’re clear, for my New Yawk readers, “Into the Maw” means into the mouth, not into the “mawl”, the place where you go shopping at stow-uhs. So, what goes into the maw of a fifteen-month old? Just about…
The Exasperation of Dinnertime
When I grew up we had dinner together. Children were called away from homework (television) or calls went out the front door to summon those in the fresh air. Hands were washed, places taken, and dinner began. I don’t know…
