I’ve tangled with this issue for a while, the impossibility of describing what it is to become a parent. It’s much like explaining three dimensions to a two-dimensional being, or explaining quantum physics and multi-dimensional space-time fabric to a drunk…
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The Terrible Twos are Terminated
Even at the lightning speed of a child’s growth you sometimes miss the transitions from one stage to another. It’s not as if they are mute one day then say, “More milk please,” the next and you stare gape-mouth at…
Body of Movement
I used to think dance was a learned skill, a mental and physical process of beat into movement. But I’ve been wrong all these years. Dance is hard-wired into the human brain, perhaps for hundreds of thousands of years, when…
Handmade Dinner in the Trash
Let’s start with the punchline and work backwards. Oh look! I see someone’s healthy spaghetti dinner in the trash! My wife made spaghetti with grilled eggplant and spinach last night and, expecting some pushback from Child Harbat, spaghetti and meatballs…
Eyes are the Windows of the Soul
Child Harbat is beginning to take her art seriously. At the ripe old age of 3 ½ she’s finally “applying herself” and “taking things seriously”. By this I mean she’s actually sitting on her rear end to undertake an activity…
Panda and Our Other Animal Friends
I love talking with Child Harbat to find out what animal she is. You see, it changes by the minute. Just when I ask her if “little kitty can come get her shoes on” she responds in a stern voice,…
My Cup Runneth Over
Father’s Day is, for me, a time to spend with family, doing what you do: fathering. On Sunday my wife took Child Harbat and I out to brunch, then we walked on the beach, the water turquoise and the skies…
The Treehugger
The longer you parent the more you learn that simple things are best: carousels, crayons, mud, and trees. The camphor tree in our front yard has a swing hanging from one limb, a sublime scatter of shade, and an entire…
Formative Years
I’ve heard it from my wife, from friends, and can identify it in myself. Many of the things we have at our very core come from a period in our lives we can hardly remember. Some of my wife’s earliest…
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