Each new year is a baptism of sorts, a release of one thing, a grasp for another. Whether one toasts champagne or simply turns the paper page...

Last week, Blythe and I were discussing making something together, a little bracelet–the smallest of things, really–but not to a seven-year-old. She turned to me...

As a parent, some days seem impossible. My children whine and bicker with one another and with me, refusing generosity and kind words for that...