The headache I’ve had all day is probably related to the late night I had. It was crazy. I mean, I’ve done some wild things in my day, but last night was epic. In fact, historians have unearthed a poem about last night. I tried to stop them, but they were all “Hey look at…
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Afternoon
With the windows open, a breeze carries the sounds of squeaking tricycle wheels and plastic dump truck dumpings in from the back yard. Voices giggle spring, echoing grass and tomato plants and snails and beetles against the walls. The sun sits low while a bike bell tings. The grill is cool: today I have bucket chicken…
Promises and E-mails to Babies
The Google Chrome video, “Dear Sophie,” has been circulating around the dad-o-sphere for the last few days. Emily sent a link to me this afternoon, as I sat in a library trying to write a dissertation, missing my family and my home and knowing I was going to be putting in crazy late-night hours. In…