Take the Damn PictureI’m grateful for every dumb, off-center, accidentally-perfect photo I ever took.May 14May 14
Published inGrief Book ClubA Tale of Two BenchesHow a little shore town bench became a centerpiece in stories of love, grief, and the crime of the centuryMay 5A response icon1May 5A response icon1
Family Lexicon: Mr. Party All the Time, the Flat Leaver, & the BlisterLet me throw some names out there and see if they resonate: Mr. Party All the Time, The Flat Leaver, and The Blister.Apr 30A response icon1Apr 30A response icon1
Medium ProblemsIt’s always “Raise a glass,” “Have a toast,” and “Cheers to” — but can you ever just have the one and go home?Apr 13Apr 13
Stories from the Kitchen FloorHow memories of bad reports cards, frozen bread, and my salt diet keep me close to those I’ve lost.Apr 5A response icon1Apr 5A response icon1
Turd of Unknown Origin: A Wake Up Call That Was Almost Swept Under the RugMar 25A response icon2Mar 25A response icon2
Eric Clapton, a Baconeggancheese, and My Existential CrisisHow my relationship with Tears in Heaven changed. Mar 22Mar 22
