The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were [...]

You thought you were happily smiling at your child from a hard stadium seat or a hot packed auditorium, but your child looked at your face and saw approval of him and joy in what he was doing.
You thought that you were just patting him on the back or on the head, or just ruffling [...]

When I was: Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
When I was: Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
When I was: Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
When I was: Eight years old: My dad doesn’t know exactly everything.
By Ann Landers

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life ’twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting; she’d have friends over soon.
There’d be sleep-overs, [...]

If I speak the truisms of generations of parents,
but do not have love for my children,
I am but a nag or a screamer.
If I know all the mysteries of parents,
and have all the knowledge of Dr. Spock and Dr. Dobson combined,
and have the faith that these techniques cannot fail,
but do not love my children,
I am [...]