Remembering her Age of Embarrassment
Earlier this week, I spent a few days back home in southern Indiana for work. When down there, I try to arrange a meal with my daughter, Delaney, who is…
Read MoreEarlier this week, I spent a few days back home in southern Indiana for work. When down there, I try to arrange a meal with my daughter, Delaney, who is…
Read MoreThe first time I donated blood, I passed out. I was 18, barely weighing the 110 pounds necessary to donate. I survived the actual blood draw. It was afterwards that…
I started the current Christmas season trying to avoid “Last Christmas” by Wham!. You see, my brother-in-law, Tim, texted an invitation to participate in WHAMAGEDDON, a game making the rounds…
In 2016, after two failed attempts at dog ownership, I firmly declared to my daughter Delaney: NO. MORE. DOGS. Don’t get me wrong: I like dogs. Well, I like the…
The most awkward part about publishing a book – other than when no one attends your book signing – is trying to sell copies to family members. Case in point:…
Last April, Brynne and I saw Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden, another bucket list concert for us to check off. For months, we were excited to see the Piano…
“As always, music is the shelter from the storm.” – Rob Sheffield, Rolling Stone My musical innocence was lost in the back of the school bus once I learned what…
This old, oak table upon which I begin to type brings with it good ghosts. I am its inheritor. For more decades than I am old, this table graced my…
I was the victim of a random act of kindness – again. I had just placed an order for four nuggets and fries (yes, it was my night to cook…
Last Memorial Day, I received from out of the blue a soul-stirring message from a stranger, Park Guthrie, of Sebastopol, Calif. Wrote Park, “I was Googling your great-uncle because he…