This NPR piece, “Global Parenting Habits That Haven’t Caught On In the US,” (by Emily Lodish) ALMOST makes me want to start all over again JUST to see what the outcomes would be. Especially the Vietnamese way of potty training—I wonder
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator certain unalienable rights, that among these are Have a Happy Fourth of July!
Nobody tells a joke like you, Wrestles me like you, Cheers me on like you, Lets me get away with it like you, Can keep a secret like you. Nobody snores louder than you either. Happy Father’s Day to all
Thinking of Max’s Grrrrreat Grrrrandpa, my Kung-Kung, Albert Kong US Army Captain… thinking of being a six-year-old and being squeezed to bits in the most ferocious bear hugs he could muster. This is him with my grandma Cordelia Kong. To Kung-Kung,
Hello, Folks! As I raise Max, I notice that it takes kids a while to pick up the finer nuances of human expression. Sometimes I would absolutely lose it —holler, slam things down— and 2 y.o. Max would crack up
Hello, Mamas and Papas, Nannies and Mannies, Aunties and Uncles, Teachers, Principals, Child Therapists, Camp Counselors, Merry-Go-Round Operators, Chuck E. Cheese Employees, Voiceless Beings Embodying Oversized Disney Character Costumes, and Anyone Else whose daily world is inhabited by the Little