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...

Gender: Unraveling difference between truth, fiction

Rose has chosen the Disney book, Cinderella, from the library, the version in which Cinderella “always tries to please her stepsisters,” despite their verbal and psychological abuse. And eve...

As kids grow older, camping is almost a leisure sport

It’s the same song I sing to myself every time we go camping: “It’s a lot of damn work, but soooo worth it,” as we schlep all our necessities from the car into our weekend home of pine needl...

Birthday nears with realization that we’re going to be just fine

We’re at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Rose’s face clouds with panic. “I forgot about the four squares of chocolate!” She clanks down her oatmeal spoon, zooms ...

Why not love winter? It amplifies the joy of springtime

There’s a house finch singing outside our window, sounding like the very ambassador to spring. Sometimes she says, “Holy holy spring, kneel down and kiss this earth.” Other ti...

Family philosophy promotes respect

Recently, I asked Col, Rose and their friend Kiva what children need most. “Love,” Col said. “Yup, love,” Kiva agreed. “Love!” Rose shouted. OK. Well, whew. That’s the ...