august imbroglio
On the eve of my dear wife’s Citizenship Ceremony I have a few moments to untangle the skeins and make sense of august, the most august of months: playground of the leo; birth day of my daughter; string of sleepless…
Do Infants Dream of Electric Milk Bottles?
Sitting in bed, in the silver-blue glow of my laptop, watching my son sleep, soothing him first with sound when he wakes. Interestingly, more than half the time he wakes with a violent start, and starts crying immediately — before…