…on the way to bring my new daughter home.
From once upon a time…
Should you dance a new dance,
And you don’t know the steps,
Take a deep breath, then take a chance,
Or grasp the nearest angel.
Comets daze the fragile earth
While you attempt to make a stand;
Seek your soul and the powers given at birth,
Or grasp the nearest angel.
Deeper and deeper the darkness wells,
And your pride [...]
For those with any degree of concern, I’m happy to inform you that there is surprisingly little of which to inform you regarding my daughter, Elizabeth, and her convalescence. Sure, there are the daily minutiae, the crests and troughs of vital statistics; but those swings are much gentler than was the case even a [...]
I drove with no light but the moon’s. I conceived no causes and so felt no effects of conception. I simply drove, in the dark, on a desert highway.
The high New Mexico desert wrapped me on first sight in her beguiling charms. I have wanted her like no other place in all [...]
This weekend was spent in the modest appreciation of what is becoming a very fulfilling family unit. We exist not at all as the nuclear (or “nucular” for those White House wankers who frequent Boxing Jewels) family of popular fable, but more as a rag-tag bunch of folks of varying ages, sizes, and gene [...]
Nine days ago, on the third day of her life, my daughter went into an operating room, and stayed on the table for about seven hours. The procedure itself—the Norwood—went smoothly enough; but the next 12 hours were harrowing to say the least. Eventually, however, she was stabilized.
Over the course of these nine [...]
I know we’re in the long tail; but notwithstanding that, I’m happy to welcome my son to the blogosphere. He has promised to tell us about the world through the eyes of a kid. Let’s hold him to his word.
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