by Mir | Sep 4, 2005 | Job? Huh?
The time has come, the walrus said, to realize that your desk is littered with legos and Polly Pockets and coloring book pages and trading cards…. Kidding. I’ve never met a talking walrus. Although it is true that my children tend to deposit all manner of...
by Mir | Sep 3, 2005 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens. –Carl Jung We were there for a vacation. We had been there a dozen times before and yet this was the first time. A fabulous getaway trip,...
by Mir | Sep 1, 2005 | Detritus
The television is currently limited to children’s channels and stuff recorded on the fake TiVo. I’ve topped out on my ability to absorb or handle any more news about the devastation in Katrina’s wake. I did a lot of things today. None of them seem...
by Mir | Aug 31, 2005 | What do I do all day?
I’ve decided that the hallmark of good parenting is the ability to convince your progeny of just about anything, plausible or no. You need to wear the right clothing so that you don’t get sick! There are no monsters in your closet! Some harmless...
by Mir | Aug 30, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Once upon a time there was an adorable little Monkey toddler who was fat and happy and gurgly and loved creamed spinach. Yes! CREAMED SPINACH. From Boston Market. But I digress. The point is that he happily ate just about anything you fed to him. And anything he found...
