My children are philosophers. Not surprising since their father was such, and the little time that they spent with their philosopher-stepfather must have affected them as well. Brendan the railer(he who rails against the MAN), Ian the searcher (he keeps heading East), and Caitlan the seeker of justice (she wonders whether India and Ghana are her responsibility). Because this is Thanksgiving time, I got to spend time with two of them and talk to and read from the other. I am amazed at my children. I am as fascinated at their growth and development now as I was when they were 4, 3, and 1. They have left the nest, cut the apronstrings, flown the coop, and yet I feel an umbilical connection that is so real the blood pulses in it. Could I have asked for a greater gift from this life?

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