Recently, I wrote an article for a Psychology journal on the emotional life of boys. The words were inspired by a pro basketball player, who by all accounts “has it all.” Apparently what he didn’t have was a sense of self that included peace. It’s hard because the playbook for boys starts early and is […]

Ace has always had a way of talking to us. On Friday, April 27th, 2018, Ace told us his work here is done. For over a decade Ace would officially start the day by retrieving the morning newspaper. The ritual has been steadfast, though its textures have changed through the years. But on this morning […]

There is something grounding in streaks, clusters of similar events that come in many flavors. In the early days of fatherhood, I would amuse myself (for the sake of sanity) keeping my fatherly ledger of: blown out diapers when you are just strapping in the minivan; shoes kicked off in the back seat when you […]

Lately, the thought of brackets enters my mind. Each time they seem clearer, more defined. When you hear the word “cancer” they go from a translucent form to something with more substance. It’s not that I didn’t think of the reality of beginnings and endings for in some way these markers have always informed my […]

I’ve always felt that the boys told us who they are very early in life. It’s a good thing because when puberty hits a very different communication emerges. The elegant evolution of the voice box and its vibrant range of sounds is reduced to utterances of grunts and mumbles, a second language not up for […]

On the lighter side of fatherhood, the first time you come face-to-face with the power of two dimensional screens, you see media in a different “light.” Years ago on a typical spring evening, the boys and I were out in the street playing our usual game of hockey when the subject of a favorite Carolina […]

My wife is an amazing photographer. I have never been much of a picture-taker, and often would rather not stop the moment to capture it in some artificial way. But, Melanie taught me something different. You think you will remember, but you don’t. And I remember this each time I see an image from the […]