Last night I laid in bed talking with my nine-year-old son. My wife usually gets to participate in this ritual. My son has things on his mind, and every evening, after putting the younger two to bed, she crawls in with him and they talk about their days. I often arrive home too late to participate, but today was my day to whisper secrets.Read More
I’m going back to the basics.
I never thought I’d be blogging again, but here I am. Thanks in part to Asha Dornfest’s call to action to rebuild America through writing — a popular idea lately thanks to the missteps of our favorite social media platforms — I’ve taken up my digital pen again.Read More