The other day, my kindergartner remarked with a smirk: "Mom, there's a boy in my class who calls our friend 'Johna-sin.'  That's funny, isn't it?" "Well, how do you say it?" I wondered. "Johna-fin,"  was his confident reply. I think there is something deep and deeply human going on here. Specks and logs[i] come to … Continue reading Mirrors