Digital Garden

N woke up early today (it’s Sunday, of course) and after cuddling for a while and talking about her dreams, she said she wants me to read to her. She went to pick up a book and came back with these: [Read More]

There are two older men sitting in the row ahead of me. The one on the left is making a grand spectacle of buckling his seat-belt. He fumbles with it as if it were the most critical task in the world, displaying his struggle in a way that practically demands... [Read More]

She is looking forward to the museum visit and keeps asking which one we are going to. Is it this one?, she asks, pointing to every official-looking building we pass. Or this one? [Read More]

Almost every day after kindergarten, N and I hang around while she has a snack or plays with the other kids. The adults make small talk — the weather, the weekend, some new little discovery. [Read More]

In the game you’re the kid and I’m the kid, she tells me. And our father is dead. [Read More]