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Parenting Quotes – 6 – I think

Abby: “NOOOOO!” Me: “Abby what’s wrong?!” Abby: “Katie says that the Giraffe doesn’t eat flowers, but they does!” Me: “Okay…what does it matter if she disagrees?” Abby: “DADDY! BECAUSE GIRAFFES ALWAYS EAT FLOWERS! THEY JUST DO!” In case you were wondering, it matters because Someone is Wrong, and this Cannot Stand. #ForGreatJustice

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Widening Gyre

I want you to imagine a vast underground chamber. Stone walls soar into shadows blacker than the darkest night. From gouges in the floor of this vast chamber, jets of flame shoot up at intervals. Amidst rubble and detritus, men and women are chained hand and foot to huge spoked wheels, axles driven into the […]

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A Birthday Letter for Abigail

My Dearest Abigail, We’ve shared many firsts, you and I. Your diaper was the first one I ever changed, in a hospital room, unsure of myself. You’re the first child I ever sang to sleep, holding you in my arms so small and fresh and strange. You are the first, best thing I ever did. […]

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Music Monday – For Abigail, Because It Already Is

Today is my first daughters birthday. Her letter has been writing itself in my heart these last four years, and I’ll post it soon, but it’s Music Monday. I sang this song to Abigail every time I put her to bed, from infancy until she was two and started asking for different songs. I still […]

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Parenting Quotes 5

Me: So you want a doggy, Abby? Should we get one? Abby: Yes. Kate: Yes! And a kitty-cat. And a dolphin!

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Better Late Than Never

Dear Katherine, Today, you are a two year old. You were born into tumultuous times, my little darling, and I hope I can protect you from them. Last year, a series of civil revolutions and rebellions broke out in the Middle-East. They’re calling it the Arab Spring, I wonder if you’ll read about it in […]

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Too Much

After Ballet class we usually walk to Starbucks. I have a coffee, the girls have a water and their favorite little Vanilla scones. Except, the FIRST day of ballet class, they had a hot chocolate. Celebratory hot chocolate. Katie was doing pretty well getting the hot chocolate into her mouth, and I was helping her. […]

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Eaters, Of A Certain Variety

A few weekends ago, I decided to make fried chicken, the way my momma didn’t taught me. I thought it would be a nice compliment to mashed potatoes and creamed spinach, and I thought the girls might actually eat it. Did I mention that I’ve been stockpiling Chik-Fil-A sauce? Cooking with the girls is tricky, […]

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Ballet

The talk all night had been Abigail’s first Ballet class, which would occur at 10am. We woke up, as we always do, before seven in the morning. I made coffee, the way a robot on an assembly line makes a car, and shortly thereafter made pancakes (scratch), eggs (scratch (I know, so fancy)) and sausage […]

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Ballerina

If you need any proof that I’m a father, this should suffice: I attend a mens group and I recently had to speak in front of the group, to tell them something about myself, who I am, my life. It was free form, and completely improvised. I told a story about Abigail, and about poop. […]

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