Coming Home: A Ghost Around Every Corner
Jul25

Coming Home: A Ghost Around Every Corner

If you measure wealth by how much stuff we had, I grew up poor. But in every other way that matters, my childhood was wealthy beyond belief. Two days ago, my childhood home went up for sale. It needed to happen because Mom and Buzz need to move to a place without stairs and without a yard to take care of. But it saddens me. It’s my childhood home. I bet your home was bigger and nicer than ours. But I can’t imagine it being...

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Feet of Clay: When Your Hero Becomes Human
Feb28

Feet of Clay: When Your Hero Becomes Human

He was a man’s man. He had a keen intellect and a charming wit. But broiling below the surface was a man fighting to overcome setbacks and keep his spirit intact. His fight was an inspiration to me. Many were the people who crumbled beneath the spell of Rodger Hoover’s charm. He once eyed a pre-lit Christmas tree at K-Mart. The price was $200. As was his m.o., he started haggling with the clerk. “Two hundred...

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The Lion Still Roars: For Pop, On Father’s Day
Jun20

The Lion Still Roars: For Pop, On Father’s Day

He winces with each step, his feet twisted and swollen, a painful reminder of boyhood fences leapt and telephone poles climbed, of tennis matches played and fairways strolled, of miles of laps to and fro getting this man’s beer and that lady’s club soda. His mind — a safe deposit box in years past, amazing others with the ability to remember birth dates even birth hours of each family member, even distant...

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How the Sex Talk Can Cement Your Relationship with Your Kids
Apr27

How the Sex Talk Can Cement Your Relationship with Your Kids

I always assumed Dedee would get the sex-talk with our girls. But parents are not always in charge. Sometimes the kids run the show. Our oldest daughter Taylor decided that I would be the parent who got The Talk. It turned out to be one of the highlights of being a Dad. Blind-Sided by “The Talk” Taylor was 10 years old when it happened. We were driving in the car, just the two of us, making small talk and listening to the...

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The Day I Lost My Cool but Got Something Better in Return
Apr10

The Day I Lost My Cool but Got Something Better in Return

I was a dork as a kid. Gangly, awkward. A spectacular clutz. Feet and ears too big for my body. Not quite Alfred E. Neuman, but close. Most of the time I wore high-water jeans that showed four inches of white gym socks. Not by choice, mind you, but I was growing so fast that my mom couldn’t afford to keep me in clothes that fit. It would’ve broken the bank. But there was a time in 5th grade when I was the coolest kid in school. Or at...

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Another Day, Another Blown Chance at “Father of the Year”
Dec18

Another Day, Another Blown Chance at “Father of the Year”

It could’ve been worse. McDonald’s could’ve banned me from their restaurants for life. All because I made a poor split-second decision. The year was 1995. Our girls were 5 years old and 3. And I was an inexperienced father. Dedee pulled me aside one day. “I need a break. I’d like to go see my parents for the weekend. You think you could watch the girls for a couple of days?” “Sure. No problem. Have a good time.” “You sure...

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