You are here


Elsa is five and my precocious granddaughter. We were sitting on the couch looking at two eagles soar in circles over an unsuspecting prey. We were both captivated—or so I thought—by the undulations of the wind and the effortless flight of grandeur. Instead, Elsa put her hand on my shoulder as if she were asking a stranger for the time. “Papa, can I ask you something?” “Of course, honey. What do you want to ask?” She replied, “Papa, do you know that you have a very big nose?” 

I was startled, not with the fact or even the question... read more