I meet Anne at the summit of Mt. Starr King in January. I haven’t seen a single soul on the trail all morning. I assume I’m the first one at the peak. But sitting on a snowbank, fiddling with a phone is a woman decked out in winter weather gear … Read the rest

What does it mean to be a dad?

Is it all the books I’ve read at bedtime?

Is it adventures I lead to wild places near and far?

Is it the lessons I teach about balancing on two wheels?

Is it the bandaids I apply to skinned knees and scrapped … Read the rest

A friend’s wife died recently. Colon cancer. I had no idea. We hadn’t talked in years. I assumed he was just one of those people who falls in love and forgets the world. I can’t begrudge someone their happiness.

Her memorial service is a study in upper-middle class values and … Read the rest