Opinion

The debate was a joke, a cruel joke.

I have a tendency to throw all of my effort into work, and little effort into being prepared for anything outside of that.

I spent my mornings last week at a little white house with a porch overlooking the Connecticut River, astonished by the early morning light, the devout silence except for the twittering of exhilarated birds, and the longer I sat there without opening my phone or laptop, I felt the prospects of the day getting better and better.

The third Sunday of June is Father’s Day and if you forgot, that’s okay, we fathers don’t expect to be celebrated, we only want to be forgiven.

While my first-born child is in town on his almost month-long leave for the military, there’s been a whirlwind of trying to visit everyone and anyone he hasn’t seen since his leave from last summer.