A few weeks ago, for the first time in my 22 years living in Georgia — I have been here now longer, by a good bit, than I’ve been anywhere, and have stayed in this house on this cul de sac in Alpharetta longer than in any single place, including the big red house in… Read More On Jekyll
It was almost 11 o’clock at night in Willow Grove, Delaware, when Neil Armstrong, in glorious black and white right there on the little TV in my parents’ bedroom, made his way down the ladder of some spider-looking contraption and stepped onto the moon for all our world to see. That was 50 years ago… Read More The Biggest of Dreams
Last fall … I’ve been at this for a few weeks now. I still don’t know where to start. I don’t know where to go. I’ve written 2,500 words and trashed them all. I’ve started and stopped and started and screamed and given up a dozen times. I’m struggling for perspective. I’m trying to be… Read More Her Way
My annual golf weekend with my brothers is officially in the record books. Officially: Most curse words on one hole. Most pathetic shots out of one sand trap. Most trees abused by mishit golf balls. Biggest slice on an impossibly high drive. Most 7s on one nine. Most 3-foot putts missed. Highest frustration level. Ever.… Read More Driving me nuts
We’re not getting a full-fledged summer vacation this year. No Utah. No Maine. No Denver. No Pacific Northwest. No Italy. Luke will be working in some kind of internship this summer — TBD — and, before that begins, he’s headed to Italy with a buddy for a week or 10 days. So the family’s big… Read More Another kind of vacation
My kid, because he’s a good kid and it probably didn’t cost him much, slipped his old man a guest subscription to The New York Times a few months ago. He “gets the paper,” as we used to say, in digital form, because he likes to cook — the kid is different, in a very… Read More The failing NYT
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