I can’t seem to escape children lately. It’s not that I’m trying to avoid them, but I seem to see them everywhere I go — happy children and proud parents full of love for those kids.
I don’t have any children yet, but I really want them. Given the circumstances of my life, I might never have any. I’m told that having the right woman agree to be the mother of your children is one of the prerequisites — and that part is beyond my control.
The closest things I’ve had to kids have been my nieces, Katherine and Anna, and my animals, too numerous to mention by name. (The picture above is about four years old. Anna’s the one on the left with the huge grin. The picture below is Anna with me at the Birmingham Zoo.) They live three hours from me, so I don’t see them as often as I’d like, but I love them very much and I’m proud of them. They’re wonderful girls.
Still, I’d like to have my own family. I bring this up partly because the subject of children and family keeps coming up in my life lately, but also because I was thinking about something related to it over the weekend.
We can’t agree what intelligence is, but it defines some of us
This is why people are confused about what anarchists really are
Financial crisis seems serious when it hits your own neighbors
Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
Dishonesty runs rampant when partisanship matters more than truth
Intense emotions let me feel alive — but hurt comes along with joy
Fear of potential loss is a terrible reason to stay in the wrong place
Why do so many find it funny to embarrass the people they love?
How do we often know things which we shouldn’t really know?