Tag Archives: Michigan

Whistle Whetting

The days are never long enough. The days when you are with your child, but not with your child. And too few of ’em, too. Way too few.


School yard brawls

German measles

Night time neighborhood childworld

The first two are not missed. The last, well, I miss it, and I’m an adult. Kidworld. Kids are just gone in it. They may be within sight but they are so gone. Immersed.

I want that world for my child, and not just when we’re on vacation once a year. We tasted it on the Michigan shore and that taste left us hungry for more.

These days we watch our kids too closely, literally. Turn ’em loose! Send ’em out! “Get outta this house!”


Eating what is in front of you.

Whistle Stop Grocery

My mother was a tyrant about food and I did not like it. That’s not the mother I am, but I do feel a nostalgia for the black and white of it. The Clean-Your-Plate club has gone down the drain.

By having so much food always available I think we’ve lost more than we’ve gained. Not in terms of overall caloric intake, but in terms of perspective. Apparently we threw out the baby with the bathwater.