Logical Progressions

"The problems in logic," my college freshman son writes at 1:15 last night, "are tricky, but once you figure them out, they're easy to do and almost impossible to get wrong. They're just logically correct and require a lot of thinking."

So it must be. So this is another lesson from my son, who has been teaching me courage and integrity since the day he was born and now teaches me logic, tolerance, new media, ambition. Nothing is black or white for him, as it should not be. Everything is to be considered, weighed, tested, found out for himself. Grasped and held onto as his own.

I haven't started a new writing project since he left for college; I only now begin to feel that someday (not today, not tomorrow, not this month, only someday) I might write again. I might write because, even though he is not here in this house or down the street at the theater or around the bend at the high school where his guidance counselor sometimes referred to him as the mayor, he's still this force that lights a path for me, that settles me at dawn with an email sent late in the night from a small room on a crowded floor where so many of his new friends live.