Brave New Baby
Compared to babies, we adults are sniveling cowards.
Yesterday, I received an “atta girl!” email. A friend of mine had found out that I’d recently conquered a lifelong fear: I sang.
Then Kelly revealed to me that she had also stared down a big monster: she climbed. Rock climbing, up high. She had clambered over her terror, to reach out and grab the exhilaration that awaited her at the peak. High-fives are clearly in order.
But while we’re at it, let’s also celebrate babies and their risky busy-ness.


Sometimes a blankie is just a blanket.
“After the people are gone, art is the only thing that’s left of a civilization.”