Reflections on my upbringing, fatherhood, and trying to be a better person.
I grew up in a small house with three sisters and one bathroom. Add my mom and dad, and you don’t have to be a mathematician to know that’s an equation begging for logistical problems. Given the number of scheduling conflicts over the course of a childhood, I learned to travel the path of least […]
How to Grow Up with 3 Sisters and 1 Bathroom Read More »
Are you married? If you are, there’s a good chance my mom was the pianist in your wedding.
Was My Mom the Pianist at Your Wedding? Read More »
Last summer I wrote a blog post called An Open Letter to Mitch Garver of the Minnesota Twins. It’s about Silas, my 7-year-old son, and his obsession with the major league baseball player.
Mitch Garver Responds! Read More »
I was 12, a Peewee hockey player on the A team. Honestly, though, I sat the bench a lot that year. I was one of the younger kids. We didn’t have enough players for a B team, otherwise I would have been on it. It’s not that I was a terrible player. It’s just that
A Peewee, a Plymouth, and a Tired Pops Read More »
I used to watch my dad carve the turkey. He had one of those electric knives that looks like a mini hedge trimmer. I can’t wait to do that someday, I thought to myself.
The Day I Carved My First Turkey Read More »
I asked my mom if she’d dig up this photo. I wanted to show it to you because I remember this particular Halloween more than others.
Sunday morning church service. I am 15 and it’s my performance debut. Pastor Joe prays before the offering is received. Upon “amen” I’m supposed to start a picking pattern on my acoustic guitar that will accompany my sisters singing.
My First-Ever Performance Read More »
I am the first responder to a deceased cat. Hit and run. It is unrecognizably flattened, but I’m pretty sure it belongs to Cindy, my next-door neighbor. The difficult part is I don’t know for sure, so I need to ask her to come out and, you know, identify the body.
I like to tell people I used to be in the newspaper business. It sounds respectable and it’s true. Yes, ok, fine, it’s also true that I only delivered the paper, but still…I technically was in the biz.
Paper Route or Dairy Cow? Read More »
In last week’s blog post Why I Don’t Tour (Very Much), I gave a long explanation that basically boiled down to, I don’t tour because I don’t like to. But some of you responded and asked if I’d give a more in-depth answer on the “why” part. Here it is.
Part 2: Why I Don’t Tour (Very Much) Read More »