My wife and I couldn’t conceive naturally.
Her eggs are… scrambled. Or poached. Or something like that. I’m sketchy on the details.
Silence = Death
If you were around in the 1980s and early 1990s, that should be etched into your memory. Even if you didn’t know it was a film, the slogan reached far and wide and was a raised fist for AIDS activists. To know it was to understand no one should remain quiet when it came to fighting the scourge of that disease.
“And this will be, the one thing we remember.”
~ OK Go
My son is two-and-a-half years old. His favorite song is The One Moment, by OK Go. I have to sing it to him every night before bed, like a lullaby. If it comes on when we’re in the car, he shouts “Color Band!”—his name for them—and begins shouting out all the colors as they appear in the video.
(If you’re not familiar, you should check it out.)
He’s at a particularly loving stage in life; his current modus operandi regarding avoiding bedtime is to become particularly snuggly, demanding hugs and kisses. And not just any hugs and kisses, my son has specific ways of giving and receiving affection.
Several months ago, Mercer park in Iowa City, Iowa (duh), received the state’s largest play structure for children. It had multiple slides, a toddler climbing wall, swings aplenty, and the focus of this piece: a footbridge.
The footbridge was just over six feet off the ground—I could stand under it and almost touch it with the tippity-top of my head—and connected the climbing wall to the main structure. When I saw it, I immediately thought of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The ending, specifically, when Indy is trapped on a rope bridge far above a river, Thuggee members closing in on him menacingly.