Tag: Parenting

40 Years in the Desert

I grew up in a praise desert. My people, my folks, aunts, uncles, grandparents, didn’t indulge in compliments or praise. I wouldn’t say they never praised anyone; it was just a rare, rare thing like that flower that only blooms once every ten years.… Continue Reading “40 Years in the Desert”

Witness to Happiness

The man was jolly, like he’d changed out of his red suit a few days ago and now was just hanging out in Ocean Beach. Happy. Jovial. Smiling. Chatting. An ad for good humor. Or maybe delight. He seemed delighted. How many people do… Continue Reading “Witness to Happiness”

Envy

I watched a video today, why I don’t know, that featured a big, burly guy sitting in his car talking to his toddler daughter who was sitting on the console. The sound was off so I didn’t get the details but I knew she… Continue Reading “Envy”

I Get It

In the world of parenting, there are those who suffer along the normal problems of raising children, the worries about school and friends, allergies and driving tests, failures and successes. And then there are those who are confronted with gut-wrenching situations where they have… Continue Reading “I Get It”

Parents: Right Now Is All You’ve Got

Last night, a drunk driver crashed into my friend’s parked car, pushing it across the grass to rest against her neighbor’s stone porch. Minutes before the crash, my friend’s daughter and grandson had been in the space obliterated by the drunk driver but they’d… Continue Reading “Parents: Right Now Is All You’ve Got”

In Parenting and Other Things: The Gift of a Bad Memory

I read an article a few days ago entitled, “Rare detailed personal memory a burden, and ultimately a gift,” about a young woman who could remember every day of her life in complete detail. Every day. Every detail – what day of the week it… Continue Reading “In Parenting and Other Things: The Gift of a Bad Memory”

The Old Days of Big Wine

There was a time when I joked that there wasn’t any problem in our lives that couldn’t be fixed with bigger wine glasses. And we bought some really big ones. Giant wine glasses that could double as cereal bowls, maybe mixing bowls if the… Continue Reading “The Old Days of Big Wine”

Witness to Happiness

The man was jolly, like he’d changed out of his red suit a few days ago and now was just hanging out in Ocean Beach. Happy. Jovial. Smiling. Chatting. An ad for good humor. Or maybe delight. He seemed delighted. How many people do… Continue Reading “Witness to Happiness”

I Lost the Rule Book

When she’s here, I make a bed on the floor next to our bed by stacking comforters and pillows. I turn down the blankets and put a stuffed animal on the pillow and my nine-year old granddaughter climbs in and goes right to sleep.… Continue Reading “I Lost the Rule Book”

Father’s Day Post #1

I think being a father is a tougher proposition than being a mother. I think mothers do more work, carry more burden, actual and abstract, and spend more time on a very sharp hook. But I think fathers have a harder row to hoe.… Continue Reading “Father’s Day Post #1”

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