Thank You: It’s Only Polite

When my kids were little, every time they interacted with strangers, I felt a little boost of pride.  Once, my kids were polite. My parents cared about politeness.  My mom had an old copy of Emily Post, where we would look up the proper way to do things.  Which fork goes where.  How long you…

Is Halloween Over?

  Halloween and Christmas are good gauges for growing up. As parents, we’re never quite ready for the changes.  They always seem to come too soon. But our kids let us know, in little, silent ways, when something, that was once important, loses its allure. The past few days, I’ve been reading a lot of…

It (Poem)

When did it all begin?   When a young man, or an old boy, Sat on top of me and held me down, In jest, no more than a game? When he hurled insults like snowballs, Battering my fragile self Into submission, To contrition, To belief?   I was a dog. I was unsightly. I…

Enlightenment (Ode to Sir Thomas Browne)

Six editions, Whilst you lived! A scientist In your day,   (Or, Natural Philosopher,) Condemning Vulgar Errors:   You showed a toad Would eat a spider, Rather than duel In poisons;   You cast doubt On the unicorn, Hermaphroditic Hare;   You coined exotic Words from Latin: Called things What they were.   So modern…