A minor religious conflict broke out during our bedtime reading not so long ago. It was unexpected—and pretty hilarious.
Once upon a time, my eldest...
“Do you wanna hear my song, Daddy? I’ve been practicing all year.”
I eyed my five-year-old daughter suspiciously. With brown eyes, wide and earnest, she...
We roast a lot of vegetables in our home, much to our daughters’ chagrin. Brussel sprouts, sweet potatoes, cauliflower, broccoli—the oven is always working.
“But...