"...Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at cannon. / The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken wave. / They buried us without shroud or coffin / And in August the barley grew up out of the grave." - Seamus Heaney
Has it really been a year since my last post? I have the best excuses: we moved, had a baby, and survived the snowiest winter in Boston history. The credit of course goes entirely to my wife Ruth who has blessed and inspired me every day, and none more than that November morning when she handed me a little boy. When he looked up at me I saw something in his eyes that changed me forever...Then this morning he ate his first solid food (avocado), and I was reminded that eating a new food is an awful lot like parenthood. It's strange and messy and wonderful.