Once you start thinking of the world as something you don’t already know, time slows down. Encountering a place, any place, is like encountering a person who fascinates you. Someone you might love, if you had the time.
my son nehemiah and the jeromes.
The other day, my son Nehemiah started telling me about the jeromes.
“They fly up in the sky,” he said, his eyes following clouds of imaginary flying objects. “I saw a jerome at the pawk today!”
farting, fundamental truths, and other reflections about our children.
15. Grandma’s house is a country of weird customs, where the citizens observe strange laws (“Never shower during a lightning storm!”)