When I friend of mine told me about the baby shower held for her grandson, a shower where both men and women were invited, I thought, Of course! No reason at all why the daddy shouldn’t be there–and how fun to have the guys! One of those simple and revolutionary ideas you wonder you never thought of
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On the first Saturday in February, Mom and Dad and I arrived home from our nighttime cleaning job to the acrid odor of something charred. I walked in the door first. “What’s burning?” Chad was holed up in his room, but Jeffrey ambled from the living room, red-nosed and stuffy-looking. “Benny came in and asked
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I am fifteen, just admitted to the sacred precincts of my church’s Youth Group. My first official youth activity? A volleyball game with the Hayward youth–those cool, smart, and with-it people who live about an hour to the north and are driving down specially to play with us, the inelegant, un-cool Sheldon youth. We are
“The king of Saudi Arabia died last night.” What kind of everyday life do we live when these are the first words our sixteen-year-old says to us when she comes down for breakfast? “How did he die?” I ask, and “Who will succeed him?” Michael wonders. What does this mean for Saudi Arabia? Will the
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I have a picture of the two of us on my bookshelf. She is wearing her shiny blue windbreaker with the Wakarusa logo, her short hair mostly black, ruffled across her forehead, a little spiky. Me beside her, arm around her, grinning: deep-set eyes, hair parted flat against my head. I don’t pay attention to
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