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T-Rex eats fox, or vice versa: Imagination and HOW THINGS ARE
ByChris“Dad, I’m a T-Rex and you are a tiny baby fox.” I fear he has stacked the odds heavily in his favor. Although, you never can tell. In his land of imagination polar bears still eat seals, yes. Just the same, sometimes seals go out on the ice floes hunting polar bears. What follows is a…
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Lest I Should Fall
ByChris“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.” —Virginia Woolf In the end, one’s mind is not so free as we…
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Unboxing Joy
ByChrisMy daughter hovers beside me while I tear into the cardboard box. I see the books I ordered while she sees something different. “Bubbles!” she says. I hand her lengths of clear, plastic packing material from around my books and she hurries out of the kitchen to the bathroom. She shuts the door and explosions…
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Reminiscence
ByChris“Do you remember when he learned to walk?” Heather asked me this tonight in the kitchen long after Jakey was in bed. We’re in a bit of a countdown to the young man’s second birthday and it makes us nostalgic about all the milestones along the way. I recounted his pulling up onto anything that…
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A Person to Make Leaning Unnecessary
ByChris“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” — Maya Angelou Heather often asks our son if he wants infinite kisses. On just a couple of occasions, he has said yes. More times, he grins and says, “No thank you,”…
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Handing Down the Courtesy Wave
ByChris“What you doin’?” That’s how Jakey begins many a line of inquiry. He shortens words like doing so he has an adorable, manly tone like a tiny Joey Tribbiani from Friends. “What’s doggie doin’?” “What Mr. Beachwood doin’?” Traffic was crazy this morning. I had to take the right turn onto Terwilliger and circle around…
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