Posted on February 14, 2016
Just the other day I had to wait for two of my children to complete a music exam. The hallways of the conservatory were lined with parents and siblings waiting. I was struck by the unsettling picture of all the siblings of all ages looking at phones or devices. Not one child was reading a book or looking around. When my children pulled their books out to read as they waited, I felt like we were characters from another era who were dropped down into the future.
Posted on July 25, 2015
Several years ago I looked out the window to see an eighteen month old child in only a diaper walking down the street drinking a coke. Then I realized it was my child. I wasn't sure where he had found a coke, but this was the least of my worries. Twice this child had been delivered at my door by strangers who guessed he came from our house. Once the police had been called and had to take a statement, which ended with the police saying Nathanael needed a bath. For weeks I defended myself to the police...in my mental dialogues. No matter how we locked our doors, the garage, the gate, this little Houdini could find his way out.
