On Staying Awake
Remember that time you met that girl and thought, “I could stay awake with her forever.” Every day is like that for a kid. This occurred to me when Noodle ratcheted up his going-to-bed protests last...
View ArticleThe Puzzle Box
Noodle usually hops, gallops, skips, or darts across the house, so when he glided toward me with an elegance he had never expressed, I knew something out of the ordinary was afoot. In his hand was a...
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Winter Rain & Cookies
Rainy Day Bicycle In the southern hemisphere, May means Winter’s settling in, and it’s starting to shape up like last year, which by all accounts was like any year. When winter hits in Auckland, it...
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Cussing Kids Are Clear Thinkers
Yesterday, when I returned to the car after paying for gas, Noodle announced, “I was saying rude words.” I always leave his window open so that I can chit chat with him while pumping, and it occurred...
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Dinner With Daddy
Hi I’m Noodle. My daddy writes and sometimes he writes when he cooks. I think it’s not a good idea because sometimes he doesn’t watch what he cooks, but he tells me to “pay attention” all the time, so...
View ArticleApple Slices & Saying Goodnight
Like any three year old, Noodle has a tough time settling down at night. In an ongoing effort to make us feel as if we don’t feed and water him adequately, he always asks for an apple and something to...
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A Day At The Office
The waves don’t crash here in the gulf – they roll. They roll gently until container ships and navy boats push through and, a quarter hour on, their wakes wash high on the sand. The sailboats displace...
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Cheeseburger Lethargy & Other Meditative Tales
It’s time to straighten the pictures on the wall, sweep up Winter’s dust and degrease the kitchen and bicycle. The little boy won’t need baths every day because he’s got the sea and nobody to answer...
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In The Summer Shade Of A Pohutakawa, Christmas Approaching
I am the sort who likes to sit in the shade. It’s my skin tone that does it, pale and freckled as it is. I’d rather be in the sun, but I burn to a crisp in no time and it’s my feeling if you need a...
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Dry Paint
Some years back I learned the chemistry of drying — paints and oils and sweat — and knowing that stuff matters plenty if you’re engineering or inventing or experimenting, but it don’t mean a whit when...
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