My comment on a wonderful post regarding childhood, innocence and the modern sense”growing up”: “Thank you for writing this post. I struggle with “growing up” as my kids are getting older, but I keep on trying to figure out what is actually just DIFFERENT about being a kid with instant …
Five years ago, I decided to write one blog post every day. 365 posts later, I knew myself and my world infinitely better. The project led to a great many changes in my life: a new job and a new startup being the biggest. There is so much you can …
My year hasn’t been about numbers. It has been about ideas. And thoughts. And change. The curving mark that punctuated each day and made it memorable and archived was both the simplest and most incredibly difficult thing I have ever done. I would caress that mark and try and find …
Quite often we do not know when we are about to experience the last of something. The last day on the job comes as a surprise sometimes. The last moments before a child wakes up in the morning are a complete mystery. Even the last time that we see a …
We used to fold our clothes on the dining room table. Once about four loads of clean laundry sat in their baskets for four days or more, I would finally make it a point to start putting the underwear on the table. I would clear spaces for the towels. I …
I have never understood card catalog systems. Every time that I look at the series of numbers and letters in front of me on the cute little slip of paper that a kind librarian has given me, it is as if I am seeing it for the first time. I …
I have never know where the fork and knife are supposed to go. I have been told this information many times but I have never known it. I have never owned that bit of information because it never seemed to me to be essential. Sure, the manners required for eating …
My girlfriend would read my poetry in high school. I would write it for her in study hall and then show it to her during lunch. It was the quick of a turn around. I would write and she would read. Sometimes the poems would upset her because they were …
Image by Getty Images via @daylife I didn’t know Santa growing up, or more accurately, I didn’t know him the way that other kids my age did. They were all convinced of his reality, and I was never taught to imagine a world in which a single man could deliver millions …
Image by OblioZen via Flickr We secretly all want to eat glue. We wall wonder what exactly it will taste like and just how it will react in our bellies. We are envious of those who have tried, even as we put them down for being so unthinkingly gross. We …