“Daddy, I’m starving,” my 7-yo lamented, being, to use his own word, “marshmallow-dramatic.”
“What’d you eat for lunch?” I asked, admiring his bright eyes in the rearview, as we drove from school last week.
“Lunch was terrible today. I didn’t eat it.” Aha! There’s the rub. My little prince often opts out of the healthy and abundant meals put before him, yet another irrefutable proof of our privileged lives. And something my wife and I are dead-set on clarifying for our chil
Look Into Me, acrylic and oil crayon on canvas with original poetry, 48″x36″, 2001, Stuart Sheldon Life in three words. LEARN EARN RETURN This is how it’s supposed to go. As children, we drink knowledge for the long, sweaty trek ahead. Once our minds and hearts are hydrated, we suit up and hit the trail for a couple decades, hopefully ascending to the peaks of our choice. And, once at or near the summit, we share the nuts and berries collected to leave the trail and fellow hi
Today is my birthday. But the more auspicious event was yesterday – my 7th anniversary. For a guy who didn’t get the marriage thing right until he was 40, this is a big deal. Wool and copper? Not the most obvious of symbols for a longstanding love affair. But, when I really thought about it, the meaning emerged. Wool is warm and safe, a haven from the menacing elements. Jodi and I have been and are each other’s haven in the eyes of our storms. It is soft and cozy, a place to