On Being a Father
These are the small dispatches — from the floor, from bedtime, from the long afternoons when a toddler teaches you more than any book ever could.
The Weight of Small Things
He is two years old. He weighs fourteen kilograms, which is something I know precisely because I carry him, often, and because his weight has become a kind of unit of measurement for presence.
Read More →Learning to Be Patient (Notes from the Floor)
Patience, I thought I knew, was a virtue I had in reasonable supply. Then I had a toddler. Now I understand that what I had was the absence of adequate provocation.
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