Recently, I was asked, “Jeff, what’s your all-time favorite photo of your daughters?” Damn. As a photographer who takes a fair number of photos, some of them quite lovely, of his daughters, that’s an awfully difficult question to answer. If pressed, and thankfully I wasn’t by the questioner on the […]
Please, god, if you’re awake and happen to have one of the TVs tuned to this archery supply place in the middle of Amish country (you’re cool with them, right?) right now, please please please help send one of her arrows through one god damn (shit, sorry about that) balloon. […]
Joining isn’t the most popular verb in my own personal vernacular. There’s my local PBS affiliate and the non-commercial listener-supported radio station — I joined both of those a few years ago. More recently, I joined the ACLU, Total Soccer Show Scouting Network and the Radiotopia Podcast Network. Really though, […]
It has become one of my most cherished traditions. Every year, I take one gorgeous spring day, when the sun is bright and warm as it enters the house from the windows I’ve enthusiastically opened in every room, when the birds have returned to sing me the songs they’d been […]
Attempts to equate sports with religion never fail to sound trite at best, blasphemous at worst. And yet here I am, about to describe for you my final pilgrimage to a place of concrete and metal, a place constructed with unsavory angular exterior walls and sharp points jutting out into […]
It was a celebration of the music we love and the love that has let us share our name for the past 15 years. This was a Mexican musical getaway sans children, a long weekend to bask in the warm tropical glow of a decade and a half of marriage. […]
Five dads, from different parts of the country, but all of whom are in the midst of raising tweens and teens, have contributed audio pieces to the newest episode of the Modern Dads Podcast. I was honored to be asked to be one of them and decided to read my […]
The flecks of grey started to appear in my early twenties. That seemed a bit ahead of schedule. The grey onslaught started slow enough, just a strand here and there, something my mom would point out with a slightly wry smile when I’d return to the nest. She’d say I […]
