We're out of Band-Aids Nearly every night before bed, for weeks now, Rosemary has asked: "Are you hurt?" A few times, I made the mistake of saying: "No, baby, I'm not hurt." "Dad, you are hurt." She takes my index finger in both hands, the way
Liminality In anthropology, liminality (from Latin līmen 'a threshold'). is the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of a rite of passage, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when
Conversations from Yesterday “Dad, are you mad?” “No, I'm just thinking, why do you think I'm mad?” “You have an angry face.” “Sorry Lewis, I’m working on that.” {I fake smile for a few hours} It seems unfair that my children won’t compare me to my mom;
Short Story We ate breakfast before Lewis' appointment with the dentist. I urged him to brush his teeth before leaving, knowing this was stupid. Maple syrup and orange juice do not care where you've been or where you are going. Good parenting is not rational. At the diner, just