Here we are.

This morning I shuffled to the Moses basket-style bassinet in our bedroom, pulled back the hood and looked down into it, my eyes still taut with sleep, and looked into the face of my daughter. It is a face I already know better than my own. Round as an apple.…

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Lump of Clay

Especially as I watch events unfold like the university massacre in Kenya--where 150 Christian students were executed for their beliefs by members of a terrorist group pretending to be acting in line with Islam--I begin to think religion is the bane of our world. When a father tosses his child…

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I am egg.

I am egg. I am shell, white, yolk. I am fertilized. I am haven. I am universe. I am holding on. I am necessary. I am perpetual. I am passing the time and counting down, but also keeping a record of these moments. I am the only one who can…

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Papa Quote: Terrible Beauty

As much as we're aware of the short term challenges of parenting a newborn, Jonathan and I are constantly considering what will come after that. After the incessant diapering, the breastfeeding, the sleep training and failures and subsequent exhaustion, the just-barely-managing-to-maintain-sanity-after-four-straight-hours-of-screaming, etc. We can't practice any of that stuff. It's…

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