Our eight year old is holding a saw. And she is jubilant. A faint haze and the smell of fresh- cut pine hangs in the bedroom and four piles of sawdust lie on the floor like little Mayan pyramids. “We’ve finally figured out what to do with the bunk beds!” she exalts. To her right, the bunk beds sit, carefully severed, top bunk from bottom. Continue reading


Love Affair: Reflections on a Sacred Cow

Imagine this.

Your doctor is standing before you, asking you to choose between taking a red pill and a blue pill. Concerned with due diligence, you ask what the difference is.

“Well, the red pill causes higher levels of anxiety”, she begins. “It’s also linked to higher levels of depression, leads to more injuries, and those injuries tend to be more serious.”

The quizzical look on your face doesn’t slow her down. “In studies between those taking the red and the blue pill, those taking the red tend to show lower levels of empathy.” The doctor has now registered the concern on your face. Continue reading