My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT”

When I was a child and words failed me, I would refer to a nebulous idea or object as “It”, which would always prompt my Mother to say, “What is an it?” She went on to tell me that an “It” is an inanimate object or something without a shape or form - she encouraged …

Why is my son my Hero? A soliloquy

When my son thrust this pencil inches from my face and posed the question to me that was etched on it. I was unsure if it was done in the spirit of good natured sarcasm or in the spirit of sincere discovery. But, I found myself doing a deep dive into the annals of reflection …