Blog Jam 4: Trade secrets

How do little birds take off, I asked my elder son, from the lawn all at once? He was in second grade and still knew quite a bit. “One of them cheeps,” he explained. We were walking to his school together. This was his well-worn path. I wondered what trade secrets he knew that he didn’t share because I didn’t know the right questions to ask. His brother, who was five, mentioned to me that evening as I tucked him in, “I saw God once.” Now, I was accustomed to hearing anything from the boys that would delay lights out, but this took the cake. I tried to sound casual as I asked where God had appeared to him. “In my crib,” he said. So this had happened years ago, and he was just now bringing it up? When I asked the usual grownup question — what did God look like? — he shook his head wisely, secretly: “I can’t tell you.” 

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July 7th, 2018

8:46 pm

Margaret's o'Henry endings make each little story a real gem

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