1.  After hearing me discuss the Olympics on the phone last Friday, Charlotte asked me what “fuh-nastics” are.  I thought for a moment about how to put gymnastics into terms a three-year-old might understand.  “Well,” I said.  “People dress →MORE...

We’re a mile into the canyon.  Trees hang thick and green over the trail.  Speckles of sunlight dance along the ground.  A bird to our left is releasing a piercing cry, single loud chirps over and over again. We’re standing in →MORE...

“How do you want to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?” I asked her. “Maybe swinging,” she said.  Donald built and hung a tree swing in our backyard a few months ago.  Nearly everything about toddlers is perfectly lovely – the phrases they →MORE...

Dear Baby, Your occupation of my womb closes out its twenty-second week today.  It has been a momentous week for you and me.  This is the week that I really started to fall head-over-heels, crazy, irrevocably in love with you. See →MORE...

The antibiotics that I was prescribed on Tuesday night kicked in within the first twenty-four hours.  I still have mild discomfort, which I suppose means that the bladder infection is still being fought off, but overall I feel much better.  Normal →MORE...