It begins shortly after I serve my two boys a plate of white cookies and some chocolate milk, while I’m dipping my burnt whole wheat crackers (the English call Melba toast and sell to us suck… more →
words with no nameshtwilson wrote 1 month ago: It begins shortly after I serve my two boys a plate of white cookies and some chocolate milk, while … more →
htwilson wrote 4 months ago: In comes Alexander, 5, uninvited to my office where I write and where he’s supposed to knock … more →
htwilson wrote 4 months ago: Excuse me, I’m a tiger says my youngest son crossing the kitchen. He knows enough to crouch low an … more →
htwilson wrote 5 months ago: In one day two icons are gone I tell my son – the king of pop and the queen of the pinup. We stop … more →
htwilson wrote 5 months ago: I helped my sons a few weeks ago make a card with flowers cut from colorful construction paper and p … more →
htwilson wrote 5 months ago: I helped my sons a few weeks ago make a card with flowers cut from colorful construction paper and p … more →
htwilson wrote 7 months ago: Half an hour now I have been promising to join my sons in building a fort in the corner of the yard … more →
htwilson wrote 11 months ago: today the words are not cooperating it is like they are reverting to their feral state in my mind th … more →
htwilson wrote 11 months ago: I was seven or so when I awoke to the first time I thought I was hearing my f … more →
htwilson wrote 1 year ago: No one in the state house intended this and Oscar had never heard of Nebraska before he wa … more →
htwilson wrote 1 year ago: for Father’s Day, in memory of Tim Russert In case the world should end before I can tell you … more →