For a split-second she actually grimaced at the camera, in an attempt to “smile” for it. Don’t know where she learned that craziness; certainly not from me. Â So instead I said, “How ’bout just look serious at it.” Which she effortlessly obliged. Best wishes this weekend to those of
An ordinary ending to a day which began as many probably do, for many people, all over the world. Meaning, with the breathtakingly unexpected. As I watch my daughter dance after dinner to Swan Lake, (here, Suite 4: Scene (White Swan), I know (again) how profoundly fortunate I am for
Scene: the rocking chair in the kids’ room. I’ve got my not quite two-and-a-half year-old son cuddled up on my lap, and he’s sucking my pinkie as I sing lullabies to him.  It’s a nightly ritual I predict I will be loathe to give up, and I try not to think of