Unhappy: An Open Letter to My Children

Dear children, my job is to make you unhappy, about half of the time. I love you too much to let it be otherwise. In my philosophy, disappointment should come from home first.  Here, within the loving environment of our family,  should be your first point of reference for that sensation. Just like you should…

Read More

One Sock at a Time

  There is another one. I just opened the front door and stepped into my living room.  My eyes scanned the edges and corners of the floor. There is another, along the hall.  And there, under the chair are two more.  Rumpled and dirty and inside out.  The small white bits of cloth blown and…

Read More