I refused. But she would not take no for an answer. She said they were only a couple of dollars and that I needed them more than she did. To really convince me, she said, "I have plenty of pairs, really -- please."
I'm feeling a little wistful this year because I fear that it may be the last Christmas that we have a true believer in our family. Our youngest child is 9 and in the fourth grade. I was a year younger when I found out that there was no such thing as Santa. Or as I remember it, the day I took my first step into adulthood.
In 1980, it cost just under $600 to take a round-trip flight within the United States. Just 30 years later, that fare has been slashed nearly in half.
I feel like I need to find people to hold up for my children and say: This is the kind of person I hope you are, the kind of men and women I hope you will grow up to be. Right now, that seems like a tall order.
This absolute sense of joy and trusting belief so emblematic of the littlest among us is both powerful and inspiring. It's the stuff we should all be grasping for, something we'd all benefit from tapping into now and then.
My grandfather has accomplished enough in his 86 years for 86 more lifetimes, and he's done it all with a relentless sense of humor and a fierce loyalty to our family. So my relatives and I decided to put together a book about his legacy and our experiences being a part of it.
Would you like to increase harmony in your life, cut the potential for conflict and hurting other people? If yes, then this challenge might be for you...
Shortly after my double mastectomy 12 years ago, my oncologist asked me how I felt about losing my breasts. I told him I was sad and afraid I would feel this way forever. "How you feel will keep evolving," he said.
About 35 miles into a 60-mile brisk ride with friends, Daryl, who was 54 at the time, struggled to keep up with his companions as he cycled up a small hill. "I got winded and heard myself wheezing," he recalls.
The year of dates was a practice in discipline. That might sound unromantic, but I'm learning that when you have small children constantly vying for your attention, sometimes you have to practice discipline to create the space for romance.
Below is a list I created largely based on experiences I had and questions I have asked of friends. Some of the suggestions below are solely for the holiday season leading up to the new year, while other suggestions can be applied throughout the year.
My kid is brilliant. She is hilarious and kind and sensitive. She is joyous and loving and full of life. And none of these things have anything to do with the fact that she has a vulva.
If stories are a part of who we are as humans, then why not teach math as a heroic journey in which the characters are numbers and the problems are compelling stories? Why not slay the dragon of Pi and live happily ever after in the faraway land of Algebra?
I thought I'd be sad when we talked about presents and you knew they'd all be bought by me. But that isn't what has happened.
In the midst of the "happiest place on earth," I came to a realization that made me decidedly unhappy. My daughter and I were two very different people.
Did I indeed win the battle for the heart and soul of my amazing wife and beat the little tin man for her devotion and adoration -- not to mention quality time spent? Or did I lose ground?