Seeing Unicorn Horns and Noticing Penguins

The green grass in the football arena is plastic. It’s the only grass I’ve seen all year. My kid runs after the football, high-fiving pals I didn’t even know he knew. At bedtime, he makes my hair into a unicorn horn. ”This is nice! I’ve always wanted to be a unicorn!” I reply dutifully. ”I […]

My Optimistic Koala Co-Worker

“You’re such an optimist,” I whisper to the little koala dancing on my window sill.