Quarantine Notes: To the Class of 2020
The photo above was taken twenty-five-years ago on the Ocean City boardwalk. Karen was seventeen, young and carefree. She wanted to travel around the world. She wanted to go to …
One Good Thing #7: I Am
As I sit here writing, I hear Ella, one floor below, sprinting from room to room, creating a “school,” populated with LEGOs, L.O.L Surprise Dolls, and army men. I hear …
Be Still, My Shark-Filled Heart
Heading out of the beach town, Stone Harbor, the Stone Harbor Boulevard cuts a thin strip of road through a salt marsh. It’s a beautiful, mystical strip, dotted with marinas, …
Letters to my Wife
I looked over some of my letters today (Karen’s kept them all, a hundred or more, bundled neatly in a shoe box).