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Transformation: Childhood’s eternal theme

It’s Saturday morning, and Dan and I are drinking coffee and playing Scrabble. The kids are on the couch, reading. When I ask them to please wash their breakfast dishes, they shuffle to the ...

Compliments fuel fun on this special night

We are eating roast chicken, deliciously bathed in its own fatty juices (and maybe a little extra butter to help things along), which is the first clue that something’s different about tonig...

Don’t let clouds of worry rain on life’s many joys

It’s greening up with such promise here. The trees are in that baby stage, hatchling leaves erupting and surrounding the limbs like a fuzzy, green cloud. The lemon-yellow goldfin...

Library’s magic is wizardry most supreme

Some day when Col and Rose are grown, they’ll look back on their childhoods and see their daddy handing them arrows to shoot at rotting stumps. Dan will star in their memories as...

After injury, kids are the best medicine

Three weeks ago, I got a concussion after losing my footing at the ice rink and falling on my head. I know. Highly cautious middle-aged mothers are not the typical profile for co...

Be playful, be silly, while there’s still time

Rose and I are walking Lucy, one of Rose’s canine clients, in the snowy woods behind our house. Rose is bouncing along and inventing icicle jokes. “What do you call an icicle in t...

Sweet traditions invigorate this cold, dark season

Rose is balanced on a chair, placing candles in our family’s menorah, while I am hitting the household “hot spots” (couch clutter, table crumbs from breakfast, bathroom sink) before our Hanu...

To savor kids’ many seasons, live in the now

Every morning, I sit at the kitchen table with an alarming level of gratitude for coffee, while gazing out at the two crab apple trees we planted when Col was just a wobbly ride-along. ...

Everyday offers an opportunity to live our values

It’s Sunday morning and Col and Rose are circled around a pile of Legos. They could stay here all day, or at least until their fingers have begun the evolutionary adaptation of sprouting the...

From the murk of conflict to the light of harmony

We’re in the late afternoon vortex, everyone milling around the house like they’re auditioning for the role of most irritable, lethargic family member. The kids are bickering for...

The business of growing up is complicated

I feel a little blasphemous admitting to you that I am feeling just fine about transitioning out of the perma-freedom days of summer into a little more structure. Maybe it’s beca...

10-year-old chef brings his own recipe to kitchen

How to cook with a 10-year-old: First, crack a beer. Next, put on Pandora. Accept that he refuses to wear an apron. Take five deep breaths. Explain to Rose, age 8, that no, when ...