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At some point in the silent post-midnight hours after I went to bed, but before dawn’s chirruping chorus awoke my second son, Quentin Wilberforce, T.F. visited himself upon us yet again. I have never seen Quentin, nor have I heard the passage of his footfalls outside our door. He must be very light to avoid [...] <This is a guest post written by my wife, Marci> We are counting down the days until our oldest son, Ben, becomes a Bar Mitzvah. There are so many last-minute items to take care of, so Doug and I have divided the list and set out to conquer! My task was going to Lucky’s, a [...] I’m not a pet person. Pets smell, they never grow up and have their own lives, and if you eat them your family gets really upset. Fish meet one of my personal standards for pets: flushability. We also keep an ancient pile of hair and dander, beneath which you’ll find our arthritic cat. She’s grandmothered [...] My parents often said they were as lucky in pregnancy as they were lucky in love. Perhaps they said this more often than they should have. They used to tell us about it with some frequency, especially when they returned from vacations. Greg and I would pick them up at the airport and [...] |
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