Archive for March, 2004
Our girl loves to pound on the cat. She also enjoys pinching his ears and pressing her face into his back. I don’t know what’s behind that last one. Fat Kitty will let her abuse him most of the time–out of the goodness of his heart, or perhaps he’s just too lazy to extricate himself […]
How could I not? Everyone’s a critic when it comes to this movie, even if they haven’t seen it, which I have.
Here are some thoughts culled from a few different experiences of reflecting on the film. I saw it two weeks ago and have had pondered it quite a bit–even taught a Sunday School class […]
In my mother’s blog today she made reference to the sadness of parents who outlive their children. This was well-timed because a bunch of stuff came in a big jumble last night, so here goes nothing.
People talk about the tragedy of a parent outliving a child. It is sad when children die or when people […]
Today I had one of those parental moments that is so luminous and perfect that it gets you through many moments of sippy cups incessantly dropped from the high chair and poops that overflow the bounds of the diaper.
It was so simple, really. Today was the first day in months with highs in the 60s. […]
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