Telling The Story

I woke up at loose ends. Well, actually, I woke first just before five and thought I heard Saskia crying and then thought I had dreamed I’d heard her crying when it was quiet and then heard her crying. The dear papa brought the girl to bed and got her a bottle...

Nano-Wha-Mo

There are a couple of things about our own personal stories I’ve learned in these decades on the planet. First, there’s not really one story for any story and stories change over time, or at least, their meanings change for us. Adoption, as I’ve...

Community

A new school—for my seventh grader—offers lots of things: challenges—it’s not so easy to be new—and delights—the school newspaper, the mini-courses, the river study that takes place outdoors, the Chorus—and another perspective...