As parents, we don't really create our children. We mostly try to keep them afloat.
Walking 6,000 miles with Bo has taught me at least a couple of things.
What I've learned from banging out beats behind my most metal friends and neighbors.
Insights from my decade of experience as a player in the old-guy indoor soccer league.
What I learned from making a (slight) menace of myself on the ski slopes--and over cheese fries.
A long time ago, in a make-believe galaxy not far away, I pretended to be Luke Skywalker. Here's how that turned out.
As our oldest daughter prepares for college, I'm thinking back on stories from my own dorm-life days.
One of my daughters recently asked why I "always" wink at her. The answer has to do with silent connections formed in my distant past.
Once upon a time, a little girl of mine begged me for an extra special treat. And how did I respond?
Your life is a story you get to write. You have to be true to the hard realities, but there's room for artistic license.