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Seth's Poem 2012

The Maker: Where I’m From

This poem made my eyes fill with tears when the Maker read it to me. Maybe because he’s the youngest, maybe because there were so many unexpected insights offered, line after line. I can’t decide whether it’s very twelve (years old) and boy¬†(so much food!), or entirely, surprisingly, out of the boundaries of that sort […]

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What Boys Eat For Breakfast

What Boys Eat For Breakfast

You knew this was gonna be weird, you just didn’t know how weird. I have to begin by saying that this is not at all an unusual breakfast food combination for any of the four guys I live with. But somehow the pepperoni-sausage-and-black-olive pizza, hard boiled egg, and cantaloupe just demanded I take a photo, […]

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Seth on Stilts

The Maker on Stilts

Summer’s here and The Maker, nearly eleven, has an entire raft of projects underway. Recently he disappeared for most of an afternoon and came home walking on these fantastic stilts that he made with his grandpa. Me: Dude! Those are awesome! TM: Thanks. Me: How long did it take you to learn to walk on […]

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Seth Likes Pie

He Likes Pie!

It’s possible this was written as a rap. Whatever it is, I found it folded up and drifting around my kitchen, as I find many odd bits of flotsam and jetsam in this house. I read it out loud, and found myself giggling. I particularly enjoyed the garbeldy-gook at the end. The Maker is ineffable, […]

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Seth Snowballs 520

First Snow of the Year!

Congratulations to The Maker, age 10, the boy who is first out into the first snow of the season. (I’m only barely remembering snow from earlier this year.) At least this year he didn’t put all the snow he could scrape up (which in NC, isn’t all that much) into my freezer. I know I […]

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Vampire Seth

The Dark Road to… Darkness.

Beware children! See how easy it is to slip from an ordinary good boyhood into shudder-inducing nightmarish-ness. Nightmarish-osity. Something dark that involves hissing and a small amount of drool, anyway. I was surfing through some of my recent pictures and came across these two from earlier this year — taken on demand from the Maker, […]

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The Robber

In A 10 Year Old’s Head

The Maker is regularly given an hour in school to read, write, draw, or nap. (I know, you miss 5th grade. I do, too.) At some point recently he decided to write a story during his free hour, which I later found folded into quarters, floating around on a kitchen counter. I’m publishing it here […]

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