Well it's been an amazing winter (as a sabbatical badger) chasing the snow and espousing the ski bum ethic to my sons from Alaska to Japan and Whistler. It's time to come back from our little Shangri La as the world shifts gears and life becomes very strange. So tomorrow we begin a long drive … Continue reading Dispatch from BC
Poetry of Parenthood
I get some pretty sideways looks when I tell people I'm writing a master's thesis on the poetry of parenthood. Don't get me wrong, occasionally someone thinks that's cool, though most of the time they send me stuff like this strip from Matthew Inman's hilarious webcomic The Oatmeal . Props though to Joan Kane for instead … Continue reading Poetry of Parenthood
Winter-Bare
Isn't every three year-old kid at least part dinosaur, even the giant leaf-eaters capable of a great roar? Winter beach flats, tide out, a break in the bleakness, rain longing to be slush or more dripping from everything but the sky at the moment. We are taking off our gloves, hold these Dad he orders, … Continue reading Winter-Bare
