This post is the thirteenth in a series of Spilled Milk columns by Emmy Award-winning writer and producer William Lucas Walker that chronicle his journey through parenthood. Spilled Milk, which originates in The Huffington Post, appears on these pages on Saturdays.
To celebrate my one-year anniversary writing for The Huffington Post, here is a gift for you at the end of our shortest month: my shortest column.
Guarantee: getting through it will take no more than three minutes, four if you cry at videos that feature inspiring kids, guitar music and sound bytes from Martin Luther King’s “I Have A Dream” speech.
If you read last month’s column (Spilled Milk: Name Calling Is For Morons… You Giant Loser Dork), consider it a flowering — the sort of thing only children can harvest when the right ideas are planted. Here’s what one elementary school can accomplish when 399 students come together (led by an amazing art teacher named Katy Parks Wilson), each contributing a unique, tiny slice of imagination to create a startling, moving mosaic.
Okay, now you can watch:
Spilled Milk chronicles Bill’s misadventures in Daddyland. The first recurring humor column by a gay parent to appear in a mainstream American publication, Spilled Milk has regularly landed on the front page of The Huffington Post.
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