wellfesto

My mother, that is (not me). Maybe it’s because of all the wisdom she accumulated raising three kids, or maybe it’s just plain old Midwestern resourcefulness, but she seems to often (not alwa...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/07/29/mother-knows-best/

Earlier this week, twenty-two children died in the state of Bihar in northeastern India.  They didn’t do anything wrong.  They just ate lunch. They ate rice and beans and potato curry and soy...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/07/19/its-a-small-world-after-all/

My son is learning how to swim.  After a few years of being tentative around the water, he suddenly loves it — grinning throughout every minute of the splashing and kicking and flailing and sp...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/07/05/swimming-lessons/

I wrote a post last month about laughter — and specifically, how kids laugh hundreds of time every day, but somehow grow into 40-yr-olds who can count their daily giggles on one hand.  My kids...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/06/28/born-wise/

“When people say that time goes by too quickly, I generally respond that time goes by at just the right pace.  But today, when I think back on the day you were born, that five-year chunk of ti...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/05/14/making-memories/

Eight years ago, The New York Times ran Ayelet Waldman’s essay “Truly, Madly, Guiltily” in its beloved “Modern Love” column.  And all hell broke loose.  Waldman ignited the media and...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/03/05/the-kids-will-be-alright/

I arrived at my son’s preschool for my volunteering shift a few weeks ago to find 18 rosy-cheeked, sweaty, and INSANELY HYPER 4-yr-olds frantically trying to assemble themselves into a circle b...

https://wellfesto.com/2013/01/22/flowers-and-bubbles/