An absurdist thriller about an unhappy man who attends a retreat offering adults a second chance at a happy childhood.
He’d fall asleep on my chest, breath light as a falling leaf.
Now, he glides the bristles down my neck— He gently fluffs
the tufts, like airing the pillows.
A referee struggles to maintain control over a 2nd grade basketball game.
Thanks to our grandchildren we have a future. We are their bridge back to the land of ‘before’. They are the road not yet traveled.
They have left the city
and their blind games
under the white bone of the sun
I like it best when the memories are everywhere—
and I stumble over the ghosts of wooden train tracks,
trip on the spot where you used to do push-ups
Lilt is the name of the woman you want to be—
someone who pumps her feet like a child on a swing set
and laughs and laughs and laughs into the sky.
We need to address the needs of students—and parents, and teachers. One size does not fit all, and race complicates the challenge.
the boy with curlier hair and light brown skin
over by the windows and Roland, who was darker,
with short cut hair, whose name I’ve carried all these years
Here are my two sons in 1968
In their father’s arms.
He looks harmless.
They look doubtful and uneasy.
And when he was little and screamed
because the circus in town was rained out
she then told him to wait–to please wait–
that old issue of trust in the steady gods
Pediatrician Nadine Burke Harris explains that the repeated stress of abuse, neglect and parents struggling with mental health or substance abuse issues has real, tangible effects on the development of the brain.
All men who support and care for children have a critical role to play in instilling positive social values in future generations.
Immerse yourself in the games kids play when the streets are their playground.