Category: Daniel Moore

Looking like Dad, both inside and out

Father’s Day is passed for you who are reading this column, but it is not here yet for me writing it, so I’m going ahead and writing it anyway. I was helping my sister move a few weeks ago, and…

Bee Gees in heaven

“Is there rock music in heaven?” my oldest daughter innocently asked a few weeks ago. Sometimes you just don’t know what these kids are going to ask. I’ve braced myself for some really hard questions, but this wasn’t one of…

Judged by a dog

I’m not afraid of many things. Spiders don’t bother me all that much. I’ve stood on top of some magnificent heights. I’ve enjoyed plenty of spook alleys and scary movies. But I’m afraid of dogs. Not every dog, mind you,…

Babies are people, too

I was raised in a large family. But the funny thing about families is, everybody fits in somewhere, no matter how large or small they are. It’s true that you don’t run out of love. Such is the case now.…

Babies work the graveyard shift

A note to future parents: don’t have a baby right before Daylight Saving Time begins. You will never sleep again! Or maybe you should have a baby right before the big change, because a baby does not care what time…

Don’t like those award movies

Moore or Less Daniel Moore In a week or so, the movie industry will be handing out awards to itself. Of the movies nominated for Oscars, I’ve seen exactly one. That movie was Zootopia, which I enjoyed watching with my…

Okay, I can see Spot run already

Oh, I say. Oh, oh. It is time to stop. It is time to stop with so many easy books. No, no, say the kids. No, no. We must read more. We will learn to read, yes. We will learn…

The Long Winter

I’ve been reading my children a book from “The Little House on the Prairie” series. Unfortunately, it’s a book titled “The Long Winter.” It is a cold book to read this time of year. This book is better a to…

What happened that first Christmas

My kids were working on coloring some Christmas scenes. “What color was Mary wearing when she had the baby Jesus?” my youngest daughter asked. Her oldest sister did not hesitate a second. “Blue,” was her reply. “Oh yes, that’s it,”…