Don’t think this is going to be one of those “once again I’ve let this blog go quiet” kinds of posts, because I have a solid excuse: parenthood.
On May 18 my daughter Gwyneth was born, and the event hasn’t stopped happening yet. Maybe it never will.
For weeks, just about everybody I know who has children warned me about the transformative nature of becoming a parent. Impressions such as, “You’re life will never be the same, It will change your life, you’re life as you know it is over, It’s the …

This week started with the news that my wife’s great uncle had died, and he was one of the kindest, most full-of-life men I’d ever met. He was actually born in the house we live in, and lived across of the street from us until last summer. I’d always love it when the 95-year-old would wheel up our driveway on his motorized scooter to say hello or drop off some tomatoes he had grown in his garden. A lifelong horticulturist, he taught me about the various weeds growing on my …