"if you're lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it" John Irving
Maile calls for Poppy, summons her from some other place within the house, and she doesn't have good news. "Poppy!" Maile says, trying to keep her voice light. "It's time to brush your …
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"When we held Owen Meany above our heads, when we passed him back and forth -- so effortlessly -- we believed that Owen weighed nothing at all. We did not realize that there were forces beyond our …
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It's late on a Friday night. Our two older kids are in the basement, watching a movie with a friend. Our two middle kids are in the living room, playing video games. Friday night is the one time of …
Leo looks at me nervously while I move to change his bandage. "Wait, Dad, let me tell you something!" he exclaims, so I relent, and I listen (again) to some small thing he is using to delay the …
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Nearly two weeks ago, we went to a funeral for our friend's father. We took Leo and Poppy along because the other kids were at school and no one was available to watch them. They are four years old …
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I walk out onto the porch with Poppy and Leo on a Sunday afternoon, the kind that convinces us spring still exists and is, in fact, not that far off. There are tiny mounds of snow in the shadowy …
