They've gone and made a movie of Where the Wild Things Are.

It is quirky and heartfelt and has made wolf-suited Max a hero for hipster grownups and über-cool kids, who see him as one of their own. But Max's truest soul mates are little kids like our...

In a story my older son wrote, a volcano asks a question of a flamingo, a camel, a beehive and an okapi: "What month are you gonna die in?" He's been thinking about death for a year now. Last August he gazed at the waves from under a beach umbrella,...

The other day I sat facing my younger son across a café table, lemonades in hand. He brushed hair from his earnest blue eyes and asked one of his poetic/scientific/vehicular questions. (Why did the wind stop blowing? Why are yolks yellow? Why don't motorcycles have windshield wipers? Why can't dogs...

Enjoy this celebration of Obama and how we all got here (with great music by Richie Havens):

My younger boy just turned four, but the other day he fell asleep against my chest like an infant. As I held his soft, wispy head, he felt big and small at the same time -- lost in a baby's sleep yet spilling off my lap. He's now the...

Barack's election has brought joy, relief and yes -- Hope. Even the countless "mutts" waiting in shelters will be uplifted by the Obamas' desire to adopt one of them. Our shelter dog has been one of the great things to come to our family. I posted this a couple weeks...

This time of year just kills me --the endings, the bittersweet nostalgia. I can't shake the wistfulness of summer, a remembered feeling that its pleasures would be sweeter if a missed someone or other could share in them. It's long since I was a student or teacher, but come...

It's Mother's Day; I'm always good for brunch and a little reflection. My mother died when I was a young woman, still with my adulthood undefined and my children unimagined. Now fifteen years and a couple lifetimes later, I have a family of my own. My mother left me with...