At Chick-fil-A I just ran into a girl I played clarinet with in the band when I was in ninth grade. She married a boy from my neighborhood and we each thought the other was still living outside Utah, but we’re not, we’re living twenty minutes apart, an hour from our hometown. She has four kids, I [...]
My two and a half year old has learned a new song. For weeks she has been singing “Hello, hello, Hello, hello, we welcome you today.” She doesn’t know the other lines; she just sings this opening refrain over and over and over. Only now she sings it: “Nihao, nihao, Nihao, nihao, we welcome you [...]
I learned how to say “I’m sorry” from my dad. I didn’t always love him when I was a kid. I was afraid of his contempt, and he wasn’t often patient or easygoing. But he taught me how to say “I’m sorry,” because he always said he was sorry. And he proved he was sorry [...]
Sometimes I absolutely hate writing, and at times like that I wonder why on earth I bother, because it’s not like the world needs another maybe-sometime-aspiring writer. H-E-Double-Dandelions NO, we do not need one more person saying “If only I had time, I’d love to write.” Dick didn’t like my Rory post, the post that [...]
I think little girls liking horses has become less common only as little girls have been deluged with Disney Princess paraphernalia. And make no mistake, the Disney Princess love is strong in the hearts of Jane’s daughters. Last Saturday I got Dick to help me with our church kids activity. Chrysanthemum helped us pitch a [...]
and if you will die someday, you should, although it’s really not about death, which is probably why it’s good. Randy Pausch‘s Last Lecture.
Dick & Jane are not yet plagued with teenagers yearning to be adults. We can’t blame our late nights on curfew-testing walking hormones or fears of tantalizing peer pressure. And being an adult has recently been much less fun than my own teenage self anticipated. I don’t want to grow up any more; thirty is [...]
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