Riding Bikes on Flat Iron

About a month ago we found a few used bikes along the side of the road for Caela, Emeth and Annie. Caela’s had a flat tire, so we ordered a new tube. But the day we replaced it, she got a thumbtack stuck in it! Thankfully it was a “self-sealing” tire. And, wow, did it seal.

Everyday they’ve been going down to Flat Iron to practice riding. And they all learned!

Here’s the gang on their bikes (and scooter).


I told them not to smile, and Talia took me seriously.


Then, they each wanted an individual photo.


“Is that the face you want to make in your picture, Annie?”



While they’re riding they’ll eventually head down to the garden to pick any remaining cherry tomatoes, kale, and Brussels sprouts. The last time we went we were surprised to find a sunflower! (I had forgotten I scattered leftover seeds earlier in the Summer.) Here’s Annie with her “Can I pick it?” face.


This morning Emeth woke up before the rest. We walked down the hill to ride again, while the sun rose over the mountains.


It was a beautiful morning.






Fromm Me To You – Part 02

One of the main sources of strife between us humans comes from holding too tightly to our opinions; not being willing to hold them loosely when confronted with alternative perspectives.

This is understandably hard, because we barely realize how deeply ingrained our frame of reference is. Erich Fromm writes that people “simply take their own philosophy for granted because to them it is only common sense, and they are unaware that all their concepts rest upon a commonly accepted frame of reference. When such persons are confronted with a fundamentally different total view of life, they judge it as ‘crazy’ or ‘irrational’ or ‘childish,’ while they consider themselves as being only ‘logical.’” (138)

This explains the fear we feel when confronted with an alternative worldview. It feels threatening. We have a deep need for human connection, and our opinions and worldview connect us to others. The alternative worldview threatens the solidarity of our group, or community.

Part of what makes it difficult to entertain alternative perspectives is that we tend to view our opinions as possessions. As things that make us who we are. Fromm writes, “Each is afraid of changing his own opinion, precisely because it is one of his possessions, and hence its loss would mean an impoverishment.” (33)

“Indeed, to one for whom having is the main form of relatedness to the world, ideas that cannot easily be pinned down (or penned down) are frightening–like everything else that grows and changes, and thus is not controllable.” (29)

Fromm Me To You – Part 01

I’ve been reading “To Have or To Be?” by Erich Fromm. His insights into human nature and behavior, education, raising children, faith, morality, greed, prosperity—to name only a few—are among the most poignant and thought provoking I’ve read in a long time. Like any good book, his insights raise good questions, rather than provide concrete answers.

Fromm attempts in various ways to show how pervasive the “having” mode of existence is in our culture. Take language. He talks about the “trend of the substitution of nouns for verbs.” He says:

“Here is a typical, if slightly exaggerated, example of today’s language. Assume that a person seeking a psychoanalyst’s help opens the conversation with the following sentence: ‘Doctor, I have a problem; I have insomnia. Although I have a beautiful house, nice children, and a happy marriage, I have many worries.’ Some decades ago, instead of ‘I have a problem,’ the patient probably would have said, ‘I am troubled’; instead of ‘I have insomnia,’ ‘I cannot sleep’; instead of ‘I have a happy marriage,’ ‘I am happily married.'” (21)

I noticed my tendency to not only do the above, but also to talk about time in a possessive way. For example, “I have time to read a book.” My perception of time as a commodity shows up in phrases like, “I made time for so-and-so,” or “We spent time together.” I’m finding that to talk about time in this way is to detract from the actual experience of being with someone, or enjoying a hobby. To go a bit deeper, Fromm writes:

“Speaking of having something permanently rests upon the illusion of a permanent and indestructible substance. If I seem to have everything, I have—in reality—nothing, since my having, possessing, controlling an object is only a transitory moment in the process of living.” (77)

This one really struck me. Not only because we are in the process of buying a house—the largest, most expensive possession I’ll (hopefully) ever buy—but because it sheds insight into why finding my identity in anything is futile, whether concrete or abstract. For example, it’s easy to find my identity in the things I have—job, family, socioeconomic status, money, skills—or what I do, create or produced in the world that might have a lasting impact. But all these things are impermanent. I am impermanent. So to say, “I am I because I have X,” as Fromm writes, is to say that “my property constitutes myself and my identity.”

O.C. 2017


Last week we went on vacation to Ocean City, NJ. We almost didn’t make it, though, because our van broke down the day before we were going to leave. Thankfully, our already booked mechanic took pity on us, and we were able to get an emergency fix!

Rache and I got to see the sunrise one morning before the kids got up.



Every morning we’d load up on pancakes, yogurt and berries, then head down to the beach. On Monday Grandma and Grandpa came for a visit. So did our friends Matt, Ev, Sto and Leo. It was great to have them all!

Every day was filled with digging holes, flying kites, building sandcastles, swimming, boogie boarding, working on our tans, and eating lots of food.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, I got to take the kids down to Hoy’s Five and Ten. They all bought a stuffy and a rubber band gun.

Rache and I got out for plenty of walks while Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop watched the kids. We even got a photo shoot in.


I impressed the kids with my jumping skills. Here a picture from this year and one from 2016.