When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Monday, May 11, 2015


"I want to be a stuntman when I grow up," Will announced to me out of the blue this morning. "You know, the guy who does all of the awesome tricks like smashing through fake glass and jumping from plane to plane and shooting a body of water to break its current and then plunging into it from really high up. That would be my dream job, so thrilling and fun!"

He will change his mind by tomorrow, probably. He's wanted to be so many different things when he grows up, everything from a lawyer to a rapper to a chef to Nobel Prize winning physicist. This is not surprising for a boy who has endless energy and a curiosity that is never, ever satisfied.

But if I had to judge based on the dismaying state of Will's legs since the arrival of biking and scootering season, I would say that "stuntman" seems just about right for him.


  1. My son is turning 4 in August and looks like he has been through a war. His legs are covered in bruises, scrapes, rug burn, you name it! I guess it's not going to get any better eh?!

    1. I'm sorry to say this, Megan, but it's not! ;) Sounds like you have your own little stuntman. It's great to see them throw themselves wholeheartedly into activities they enjoy, but it would be nice if they could do so without giving their moms a heart attack in the process, wouldn't it?!