The Silly Half Hour: A Father’s Day Story

When I was six years old, we lived in a rented Victorian in the Richmond District of San Francisco for several months, and my favorite time was the Silly Half Hour.   There was no set time when this event would occur, and it didn’t happen every day. But once in a...

Grandparenting at a distance

Technology Can Breach the Miles When my two oldest children were small, my husband’s mother recorded herself reading picture books and mailed periodic packages containing both the books and the cassette tapes.  I would sit with the kids while we played...

My Mother, My Hero

One of my earliest memories of early childhood was marching around the kitchen table with my mother along with radio personality Don McNeal and his Breakfast Club. We would march and laugh and duck under the table and laugh, and . . . then we would wash the breakfast...
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