Native Corn

I used to visit my grandfather in Narragansett, RI pretty frequently. In the summer, roadsides became dense with signs proclaiming the availability of “native sweet corn.” I’m not sure whether their claims to “nativeness” would stand up...

Melting Down on a Hot Day

Why is it that my kids’ biggest (and most gut-wrenching) emotions hit at the most unexpected times? Birthday parties, last days of school – when they should be filled with sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, lemon drops – suddenly there are tears. [read...

Missed

There’s a line I especially love in Norton Juster’s 2005 picture book The Hello, Goodbye Window: the little girl narrator, recounting her busy day visiting her grandparents, asserts, with a preschooler’s absolute certainty that she’s the center...