CLIPPINGS & OCCURRENCES
Public presentations make me uncomfortable. I don't like to be at the center of things. Do you? My daughter, Lake, likes to put on shows. So does my son, Emerson. They stage productions of fairy tales. They tell jokes. ("What happened to the wooden car, with the wooden wheels, and the wooden window?" ... "It wooden go!") They didn't inherit this showmanship from me. Inheritance isn't supposed to run backwards, but don't you wish it was possible for us to inherit the hearts of our children?