July 6th, 2016.
I often try the mental exercise of placing myself in my father’s shoes. Not literally (well, when I was a kid I certainly did, swiping a pair of my dad’s
December 31st, 2015.
I haven’t been writing a lot. I suppose that’s okay. 2015 has been a great year personally, but a really rough one for the world, and I think I’d grown
June 14th, 2015.
We’re crossing the Connecticut River and we are hot, exhausted, dusty, gritty and beat. Yesterday morning we got up relatively early in Philadelphia, PA, piled into the car and drive