Before I had Will, there were a few promises I made to myself about how I wanted to raise him. Now, stop rolling your eyes. These weren't promises along the lines of 'my kid is going to be the next Michael Jordan!' I'm talking more along the lines of things I wanted to do to make sure he kept … [Read more...]
Making Good on Promises
It was the perfect row of white teeth that first tripped me up. Specifically, the maxilla of a deer skull. Herbivore molars.Last spring, we visited Martin's parents at their place in deep cottage country. At some point during the weekend, the children, my father-in-law, and I went for a long walk in … [Read more...]