Word: daughterly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...World War III (All-Nukes) much of the time, yet even in more serene relationships, everything gets overblown. Children strain to get their arms around their father's thighs. Too thick, too strong. Today my boys can beat me in arm wrestling without half trying. My daughter can outrun me in a race; no sweat. But they do not savor these victories. I am the father who should not be conquered. One afternoon when I was 14, my father, once a powerful and muscular swimmer, ran out of breath as we swam to a float in Cape Cod Bay. Panting...
Every June my daughter's school distributes an ambitious list of books that students in each grade are required to read over the summer. She and I were thrilled to see that this year's titles include Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, by J.K. Rowling, sequel to last year's sensational Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. So last week we raced to our favorite bookstore to snap up a copy. As we drove home, my daughter cracked it open and started reading aloud. She laughed. She chortled. She did an English accent. And I enjoyed...
...would fall asleep on her bed with a storybook spread like a tent over my face, dreaming of dragons and rabbits with pocket watches. But reading aloud always made me feel like an actor in a play about good parenting. I looked forward to the time when my daughter could read to herself...
...August she was only midway through the first of four novels. And that's when I became the commandant of our reading boot camp. Every day I set aside at least an hour for reading fiction. We turned off the TV and radio and hung out together, reading. My daughter read E.B. White. I read Elmore Leonard and Walker Percy. I asked her about The Trumpet of the Swan. She quizzed me about Chili Palmer...
...reading program worked out well. My daughter started fourth grade with a clean slate, and we both formed a daily habit of reading fiction. Last fall we joined with some other mothers and daughters from school and formed a book group. Working from a list provided by a local bookstore, we choose titles appropriate for adolescents and read them together. Once a month we meet at the home of one of the members to eat pizza and discuss our book. Some of the observations are startling, some banal. But the talk is always lively, and we like it so much...