I didn’t really know my dad as a motorcyclist. Sure, his  cross-country trip – you […]

There’s a story in my family that goes something like this – on the morning […]

During that surreal, hazy and frankly terrible week immediately following my father’s death, one of […]

My dad was my first hero. Actually, he’s my last hero, too. From the first […]

With apologies to Tom Petty, the waiting isn’t the hardest part – I think the […]

My father died two weeks ago today. It wasn’t unexpected, but somehow it was sudden. […]