Son helping with deer is a task that will feed him in many ways

There must be ways to tastefully photograph what an animal looks like after it’s dead but before it’s on your plate. This is what I was thinking as Dan instructed Col to hold the hoof away f...

The equation of growing up: Something lost, something gained

It’s possible that I’ve lost track of Col just a little. I want to take him to the Triangle park to test drive the new play equipment, and he wants to stay home, build fires and ...

Evolution of children is a beautiful, confounding process

If Col is not sick and Rose is not bereft, I have approximately two days (and as many weary nights as I please) each week to put toward work. Today, Rose is bereft. Actually, she’...

Counting our blessings while winter is on the horizon

This is life right now: We’re in the final stretch of fall. It’s breathtaking and melancholy, per usual. Every day holds a little less of summer, a little more of winter. I found...

When it comes to this life: ‘Each day, each hug is a gift’

After my last column detailing Col’s concussion, I received many kind emails. Thank you. One comment flew, express-delivery, straight to my heart: “These children we are guardians of are a g...

There’s nothing in the world more important than our lives

It’s the sun’s last curtain call. The sky is pinking up. Rose sits on our swing, munching an 8-inch green bean. Chickens swirl like water around her feet, flowing into their coop for bedtime...

A key to parenthood is learning the yoga of letting go

We’re at the river beach, the one we’ve trundled down to for six years, each summer the kids inexplicably one year older. I watch, bewildered, their long legs propelling them to the shore, a...

Late-season trip to mountains: This life is all I ever wanted

Driving to the mountains to celebrate our wedding anniversary, wild mushrooms and late-season ripeness in the high country, Rose suggests putting on a record (the Luddite doesn’t fall far fr...

Striving to work on freely, unconditionally loving summertime

Summer has been so good in that way you absolutely know it’ll be. Its tagline is freedom, and everyone feels it. I like watching the kids mill around the yard, circling their own...

On river trip, going with the flow helps clear the mind

Way back in spring, we were invited on a San Juan River trip. And though we’re terrestrial types who don’t much aspire to leave the county, the multi-night river trip seems like a rite of pa...

Simple trip to the high country shows power of family ties

Dan must have free reign over our Sunday if we’re switch-backing up a steep, rutted, cliffy gravel road at 8 a.m., bag of bakery goods sweating greasily in the front seat, truck pointed towa...

When children’s games become an exploration in autonomy

In June, while Dan, Rose and I planted potatoes in our front yard, Col decided to build a fort in our cottonwood tree. He hauled up some random boards from our woodpile while Ros...