I am felled by milestones these days.
My boys are singing on key. They’ve always done a sort of nearly-monotonous-teetering-on-atonal thing when they sing, and I’ve assumed that would be it for the rest of their lives. (more…)
I am felled by milestones these days.
My boys are singing on key. They’ve always done a sort of nearly-monotonous-teetering-on-atonal thing when they sing, and I’ve assumed that would be it for the rest of their lives. (more…)

Big events – birthdays, first and last days of school, annual holidays and gatherings – are signposts of the singular direction of time.