Secret powers

I am running behind on posting my column because I have been at the beach DOING NOTHING. I am sure the tens of people who read this blog were fretting over the long hiatus, but I assure you I was meticulously perfecting the art of doing nothing and it took total concentration. In fact, I am totally exhausted from the pressures of watching my skin slowly turn brown while I reclined in the sun and simultaneously digested beer.

Hey, someone had to do it.

All that to say, I am home, and catching up by posting last week's column in the Times Free Press. In a way, this column is about the power of doing virtually nothing, but it's connected to the idea that all we have to do is love our kids and we become magical freaking wizards capable of granting them transcendent joy. Which is rad.

Because I am shameless, here's yet another link to the column (and by the way, dear Jeezus why do they have to post my photo so HUGELY MASSIVE on their website? Gah just look at my pores!! No -- wait -- don't.) 

And here's a picture of me doing virtually nothing and making Ben inordinately happy, in keeping with the theme of the column:

At the beach house expending virtually no effort, yet
somehow accomplishing everything really worth doing.