No Kidding

All of us who are parents want our kids to figure out what they’re good at and then go and do it well. Sometimes they wind up becoming even better at doing what their parents are pretty good at themselves. Such is the case in this family.
I’ve blogged about b!X’s citizen journalism before. Many times.
And now my daughter has a lovely short story published in the latest issue of the online magazine, DreamVirus.
I was a reasonably good mother. She’s an amazing one. And now she’s publishing fiction. I just blog.
Their Dad also has been acknowledged as a playwight. I failed to point this out last month when the audio performance of his The Killings Tale beat out Garrison Keeler in the 2004 Audie Awards category of “Audiobook Adapted from Another Medium.”
I can’t wait to see what creative path my (now) toddler grandson winds up taking. His dad is an illustrator. I mean, what are the chances of this kid winding up a CPA???
I’ll see the little guy for his second birthday this Sunday. The car’s already packed to the rafters with new clothes (including a t-shirt I made for him with his face in the cockpit of a cartoon rocket heading into outer space), a kid-sized pillow covered with a moon and planets fabric, a toy rocket, a kid’s toy kitchen (hey, he likes to pretend he’s making mac & cheese), and, of course Grammy’s Magic Gypsy Blanket (along with a little booklet that tells the story of how Grammy came to make it).
So, now there are two generations pushing out into the world ahead of me. . But I’m still hanging in there. Pant. Pant. Wheeze

A soldier’s truth

Duck Kirk, a Texan combat veteran eloquently stands up for peace and against Bush:
….The thing that really stands out is that the vast majority of those who feel free to label their fellow citizens as un-patriotic, un-American, traitors, wimps, etc., especially those of us who actually wore the uniform and went to war, is that they themselves, for whatever reason, never wore this country