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Making it New

My four-year-old has been coming home from pre-school lately singing songs about recycling, which my wife and I have seized as an opportunity to get rid of the stacks and stacks of paper – covered in purple scribbles and Trader Joes stickers – cluttering the house.

 

It’s our way of honoring the earth, we tell her whenever she begins to protest.

 

June 14, 2017 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

On Winning and Losing

My daughters had been playing quietly for a good ten minutes, which is always cause for alarm.

 

After following a trail of graham cracker crumbs, I finally found them in the bathroom with my three-year-old on the potty and my six-year-old sitting on the floor in front of her – the two of them holding hands, rocking back and forth, singing row, row, row your boat.

May 10, 2017 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

Portraits of a Young Artist

My six-year-old is at the art table, drawing pictures of sunflowers when the tormented spirit of Van Gogh suddenly swoops in and possesses her body.

 

I can’t work with these lousy crayons, she yells.

 

I sit down next to her and explain that it’s the process not the product that matters, that when we slow down and take the time to observe something carefully, we move from passive absorption, as Maria Konnikova tells us, to active awareness.

April 12, 2017 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

Passage Analysis

The safety gate in our front hallway had been obsolete for a while – my three-year old had figured out how to unlock it by herself, and for the past few months we’d been primarily using it as a drying rack for wet mittens.

 

When I finally got around to disassembling it last week, my daughters treated it like the fall of the Berlin Wall and celebrated with some prolonged butt-wiggling

March 8, 2017 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life

The Art of Personas

Off with your head, my five-year-old recently told me when I said no to a second piece of dessert.

 

Though after I explained to her what that phrase meant, she looked at me in a slight panic and asked: But would it grow back?

 

My daughter, of course, picked that line up from the Queen in Alice in Wonderland, but it got me thinking about Emily Dickinson, who said, If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

February 8, 2017 | Ben Berman

The Writing Life