A few weeks ago, our one-and-a-half years old grandson recovered from the usual cough and cold afflicting most people this season, before returning to his daycare that he loves. On this morning however, as his father prepared to drop him off young R bawled his eyes out and refused to go in. The reason became …
Where do the children play
Think of a time when you stopped to listen to the loud chirping of birds. It matters little whether it was a from a swarm of swallows, gaggle of geese, peep of chickens or an asylum of loons. Try and recall how you felt in that moment when you suddenly became aware of the collective …
The Child is father of the Man
I lost my father in January of 1978 when I was 25 years old. It was a transformational moment in more ways than I realized at the time. Head of the family unit, sole provider of income and security, husband, friend, quite literally the “father figure” is no more. What is one to do? In …
“Racing” on ahead
This has been an interesting week for me. Our three-and-a-half years old granddaughter (who pointedly corrects me that she is now “three-and-three-quarters, Nana!”) came home from her Montessori a couple of days ago and offered a few gems on Martin Luther King. They may have discussed the subject at school as part of the Black …
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