Wave Dancer

She enchants the sea gods with spontaneous choreography in the still frigid waves of the New Hampshire beach. The setting sun casts her shadow long across the diamond water. Jump. Twirl. Bow. The Wavedancer; immortal in her father's adoring heart.

Six going on...

Madeline has taken very bravely to riding the bus to school. We were driving her each day, you know, helping her adjust to the new school. Protecting her fragile six-year-old psyche. "Why can't I just take the bus like the other kids?" She asked on day three. Wish granted.

For whatever reason, the sight of her, wearing a giant pink backpack, waiting in line at the bus stop gives me great pride and satisfaction.

Then we were late one day so I had to drive her. I walked her to class. She saw her friends and ran to join them. I walked behind and when I caught up, gave her a kiss and said, "I love you." She responded, without looking at me, "Whatever dad. Shouldn't you go home now?"

Culture Wars

Tim: Spend less
Katie: Earn more

Tim: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all
Katie: If you don't have anything nice to say, let's chat over lunch

Tim: If you want something done right, do it yourself
Katie: If you want something done right, hire a professional

Tim: Why win when you can compromise
Katie: Why compromise when you can win