Birth of a Monarch

He captured the black, yellow and white striped caterpillar on a branch in the yard. He put it in the empty peanut butter jar he had prepared, with blades of fresh grass lining the bottom. Matt closed the clear cage with the jar’s lid, pierced in multiple places by an ice pick. In time, the creature wrapped […]

When Your Father Dies, He Takes Your Childhood With Him

When your father dies, a Russian proverb says, he takes your childhood with him. Mine certainly did, as he passed shortly after my seventh birthday. On the other hand, everyone later told me whenever I engaged in this or that misbehavior that he had spoiled me—failing not only to discipline me himself but forestalling controls […]