What will we be when we’re no longer three? when we’ve come back to two— the me plus the you. What will we talk of if not of the kid?...

“Neigh!” you say, pointing to the horse on tv. “Neigh!” you say, gesturing to the Great Dane dwarfing lesser dogs in the park. “Baboo,”...

Moon’s white waterfall cascaded onto winter’s wide white seas; hard to say who shone brighter . . . ~ Courtesy The Whimsical...