Memoir of my 1970s kidhood, squeezing out the last drops of summer before school started.
This cup is already broken
On enjoying what we have while we have it.
Who knew we’d carry so much when we’re in our 50s? And that it would make us look and feel older?
Paul McCartney kind of saved my life once; he has no idea of course
A story of pushing through when I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue this life.
Of the things you own, you never know what will last – and therefore what memories they will preserve.
Playing by radio’s rules
When I was in my 20s, I worked part-time for a radio station. Read how the full-time staff put me firmly in my place, live on the air.
Ich habe einen Volkswagen gekauft
Translated: I bought a Volkswagen.
I miss my father’s voice
I miss Dad’s voice the most. It was big, deep, rich.
A man needs to feel useful
A man needs to feel useful, like he’s adding value or involved in something meaningful. I don’t think my dad felt that way in the last years of his life. His choices led him there. I can’t tell whether to feel sad or frustrated.
My story of finding joy, which involved getting in touch with my inner 3-year-old.
Grieving the relationship I wanted but never could have with my father
It was on a 1990 road trip with my father that I began to see that he might never be able to have a man-to-man relationship with me.
Telling Dad’s stories
As I’ve thought about how to tell the stories of my father and me I’ve wrestled with how I will handle some challenges I experienced with him that caused some damage in me. Here’s what I’ve decided.