This is not about the notion of actually choosing to have children 25 years later (than what? than their birth? than you initially planned to?).  I hope, indeed I fully expect that when/if I am so lucky as to be around to see my children — both of them — ripen to the age of [...]

Yesterday, whilst I was tootling around doing errands with the kids, I fell, as many are wont to do, to trying to perfect various farm animal sounds.  One has to while away the minutes somehow: can you name a better way than to perfect farm animal sounds?
Just late last week we’d gone to Little Farm — [...]

No one has lost a tooth in the household as of yet, a matter which brings the girl child no end of grief.
When kid after kid in her Kindergarten began to swagger into class of a mornin’,  gap-toothed and worldly-wise, she started to fret. She asked us why it was that everyone under the sun [...]

One of the wonderful things about this two-kid thing is the opportunity to see how unique we all are, how very much we bring into the world to begin with.  A common roof and the same caregivers can confer many similarities, but only to a point.  We are who we are.  Or maybe were.  Or [...]

The first in what’s sure to be a fitful spring break travelogue.  Who knows — this may be the first and last entry.  But right now I got WiFi and an eddy of time as my daughter makes a windsock in the hotel’s kid’s club!  While the beloved reconnointers the beach with the boy child [...]

Anyone who reads stuff online, particularly LGBT thinky stuff, will surely have seen treatment of the census topic and we invisible/ blurry/ quizzical/ perpetually misread LGBT people.
Still, I thought I’d aid and abet.  I got my notice from our daughter’s public school some time ago, saying the census would be coming, and that as a [...]

See the subtle arrow point the edges of the truck bed make? Above it is the Golden Gate bridge.
A slight variation on the love poem by Omar Khayyam (trans. E. FitzGerald), whose relevant stanza goes a little more like:

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
Beside me singing [...]

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