Old-School Dangerous Play

I just spent three weeks in a state of continuous exhaustion with my six-year-old grandson, Goober. Seemed like a good idea at the time, my wife flying out to the Left Coast and schlepping him back for a stay with us on the Right. For three weeks. In a row. In which...

Remembering to Play

We did a lot of activities, new and old, during the Pandemic Epoch. But most weren’t play. Even stuff that might look like play wasn’t, being accomplished with the anxious fervor of the homebound and virus-obsessed. It’s time for us to remember how...

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