Category: Daniel’s Letters

Merry Expectations

Dear Eleanor and Wesley, This morning you rushed into our bedroom with two questions and just one thing on your mind. “Is it a weekend?!” and “Is it Christmas?!” The weekend part is easily explained. “Weekend” is your name for any day that I do not have to go to work. A workday means more…

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A Jilted Sleepy Bear

Dear Eleanor, For as long as you have been alive you have maintained a stalwart companion. Through the better part of almost five years he has enjoyed a completely different standing from the other mere toys. He has been closer than your favorite dresses, captured your heart more than your most cherished shoes, and even…

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A Note On Friendship

Dear Eleanor and Wesley, I will only claim two things about Friendship: I don’t understand it and every time I thought I did, it changed. I’ve had a lot of folks whom I have called friends over the years. Some of them were certainly close friends. I’ve even been lucky enough to have a few…

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The Right Time

Dear Eleanor and Wesley, I can be a rather dense human being, but every now and again I will get a good idea. The other day one of these magical creatures jumped into my mind. It was quite obvious and rather simple, both being important qualities for my linear and resolute soul. Your mother and…

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At My Best, At My Worst

Dear Eleanor and Wesley, Here for your entertainment and argumentative ammo is an admitedly biased reflection on trends I’ve noticed in our life these days. I present to you my top three best and worst times of the week for excellence or awfulness in parenting.  #3 At My Best:   8:30 AM Saturdays This is a…

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When It Rains

Dear Eleanor and Wesley, Think of the last time that your day-to-day comings and goings were substantially subverted. I’m not talking about a time when your life individually took a turn. I mean a time where large scale, population impacting events randomly and without warning trampled all over your plans, wiping your slate momentarily clean.…

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