The Crawl
On the week Jesse just turned nine months old, Dada got to spend the weekend alone with him. With Mama on a well-deserved friends trip, I...
Jesse
Jesse was born ready to embrace life. I was the first person he saw, and I will never forget his fixed look–directly at me, taking all of...
The Power of the Spoken Word
At the Presidential Inauguration, Amanda Gorman stood out. Among the politicians and celebrities, a poet who most Americans had never...
Her Greatest Creation
I moved to a new home a month ago, and just last night, put together a side table that was as sturdy and right-angled as the house...
The Luxury of being Lazy
We’re really such animals. Nothing is more arrogant than the theory of human superiority. We strut. We pout at anything that doesn’t go...
The Bitterness of our Perspective
I’m going to have a baby with wild wolves all around. He will hear the racist rhetoric, discriminatory remarks, the spews of hatred, the...
Walden
Walden Pond comes to mind at this hidden mountain shrine. The reflection of the trees with their changing autumn leaves. I'm brought to...
Transitions
We speak a lot about change, but not enough about transition. Change is a broad and controversial term. Everyone seems to have an opinion...
Horses in the Desert
I woke up this morning with an image imprinted in my brain. It was the last visualization of a dream that felt deep and profound and of...
When I Went for a Run with Surgical Gloves On
Last Friday, cooped up in my apartment, I knew I had to get out and go for a run. A good friend of ours has gotten my wife and I into...
