As a Catholic Dad I don’t always know what I’m doing, but maybe that’s ok. Maybe I’m doing better than I think I am.
A simple prayer from a child cures his pain. What lesson can he teach a proud father?
There are fewer things more beautiful to me than the beach in winter. Maybe its my New England heritage, but there is something romantic about cold overcast days and steel-grey water. Shells, driftwood, even the mangled fish carcasses, harassed by seagulls, have a place here before the glittering ripples of the Long Island Sound. ConnecticutContinue reading “Flow State”
Movie night. God, I love it. The darkened room, the flickering light, the music of the show all holding us, transfixed across the gap of screen to couch. Will we recite familiar dialogue? Will we fly alongside familiar heroes or cry at the loss of a favorite character? Or is tonight something new, theContinue reading “Pass the Popcorn…(sniffle)”
Some kids are just made for the city. Don’t get me wrong, millions of kids enjoy the city every year. They don cute little outfits to see a show on Broadway, or skate at Rockefeller Plaza. They window shop at Macy’s and marvel at the electricity of Times Square. They see the sights and wonderContinue reading “Pizza, Hot Dog, Pretzel, and One Big Apple”