Halloween Costume Fails

My family makes Halloween costumes the way Rube Goldberg would if he worked with fabric. There is usually a plan, but it’s rarely apparent to anyone else. Here are 3 Halloween costumes my daughter still blames me for.

White Beach Rock

An egg rock. Cool and white, worn smooth by the Pacific Ocean. It’s the prize on a beach filled with rocks in shades of black, gray, red, and brown. I like the black ones, too: a little rough (not much

Good-bye to the Tooth Fairy

When my daughter cut her first tooth, I cried for the end of the toothless, gummy smile. For me, this was the first tangible evidence of change. It meant the advent of solid food and independent consumption of nourishment; the

An Early Favorite

What is the first book you remember loving? For me, it was a Golden Book that was read to me when I was very young — probably under 3 years old. My mother may have read it to me but