“I’m a free thinker, are you?”
On an exterior wall in my children’s elementary school, the seventh-graders get a chance to express themselves. They can paint a mural to mark their passing on to high school, to leave a memory of what they would like to say to those coming up behind them.
They can paint anything.
Well, not anything.
This is Argentina and the public school, like many in the country, has become politicized under the outgoing government of an ultra-nationalist party that spends much of its energy defending its beliefs that are exclusive, not inclusive. [continue reading…]
“We get along – sometimes.”
My wife was away for a few days, and I had to take care of our three children on my own.
Just keep on schedule and keep the calm – that was my motto.
Mind you, my kids get along, and swimmingly at times. The two youngest, ages 7 and 10, can play together all day with Lego, and the middle boy and his older sister, 12, can play Monopoly pretty much enthralled all afternoon.
But not today. [continue reading…]
“What you doing here, anyway?”
I took the bus home the other night, after having a beer and a bite to eat with a friend, and halfway home I remembered that I’d forgotten to pick up my seven-year-old daughter from a play date.
I didn’t remember – I got a call from my wife.
“You forgot, right?” she asked.
“Ah, yeah. Oops.” [continue reading…]
