Adrian sat in the grass at the park, bawling and clutching his ankle. It was the fourth time he had fallen from his bike in fifteen minutes, and this time he had struck one of the pedals with his ankle on the way down. I could see there was no scrape or major injury, just…
Category: Parenting
Super Dad, vol. 37
Something told me someone needed my help. Call it instinct, or a danger sense, or a well-trained neural network performing helpful vector completions distributed through hidden layers of connected neurons in response to some set of inputs into the system. Labels aren’t important right now. I checked to make sure Adrian would be okay if…
Soap Bubbles On The Lawn
As the title implies: soap bubbles. You start with soap, and a shape, and a boy. You add determination, and breath. You change things up, to get a new perspective. You anticipate, and sometimes fail. The bubbles never last. Neither do moments. Here’s another picture.