As a parent I spend too little time when I am with my children considering the impact of my actions and reactions and too much time fretting about it when I am not around them. My brain spins on the harshness of some…
Note: This post began months ago over Labor Day weekend. For reasons noted below it was not posted until mid-November. Sandy needed a weekend away. For him, backpacking provided solace and restoration, so in spite of the kids’ activities on Saturday morning, we…
My parents moved to a sliver of farmland in Indiana in 1974. I was four. They were 27. Within three years, when I was seven, they had crafted a greenhouse business in the middle of nowhere, from an improbable notion, and an incomprehensible…