Some people easily communicate emotions. I am not naturally one of them; a close friend told me that they knew when I got enthused about something when they saw one of my eyebrows move. It is the mischief of karma that I am blessed with a son who has a great range of feelings: joy has great heights, and compassion has strong expression, as well as sadness.… Read the rest
[Life Back West] December 2008 – “Three Square”
My dad, who passed away at age 96, referred to life in his later years as “Mike raising father.” From the land of what goes around comes around, my son Traylor seems to be inspiring the same type of learnings for this pop.
After lunchroom / playground duty with fellow volunteer parents Erica and Billy at the new school , I got to see a couple of my son’s classmates apply simple pragmatism to recess.… Read the rest