The Unfolding Highway…part 1
I remember watching my Dad fold a road map on vacation while driving the highway. It is a lost art …
Category Archives: Children
Country Driving
My mom, Charlotte Taylor, recently attended a York University retreat and was challenged to write and she did, writing a …
The Eyes of a Teacher
What is astounding is not that I remember any of that, but that Mary Brock remembers. Would Mrs. Brock be surprised that the kid who was good at math is now an amateur poet?
Or did she already know, because that is what teachers do, help us become who we are?
It’s the reason why teachers are so underpaid and yet so beloved.
Stolen Babies and Shallow Advice
I was holding Jude when I realized why I steal babies. We were at Jace and Carly Davis’ wedding and …
My New Tattoo in Old English
Yogi Berra was describing his own version of Einstein’s Relativity theory when he remarked, “The future ain’t what it used …
Reading to my Children
I’m a lousy Dad. At least it feels that way sometimes, the feeling you get that you didn’t say enough …
The Heavens Dark Matter and the Andy Warhol Swing
Once in my youth, I felt heaven unreachable, sterile, a place of thou shalt not have fun, and my fervor …
Telling Our Stories with Both Hands
Karen and I have twenty-three children ranging in age from fourteen to thirty-three. We aren’t on the hook for college …
Thanksgiving Man
Yesterday I experienced two moving moments. One was simple, a man walking along a sidewalk in my hometown. He was …
Flashes of Wonder
If I wrote like my wife talks, I’d write narrative like a kid writing home from summer camp, “I had …
