Category Archives: Fathers and Sons

Skipping rocks with my father prepared me for mortality. No matter how low we got and how hard we threw, the rock eventually sank into the dark water. Sometimes a really good throw would sputter out in a curving series … Continue reading →

One of the best things in my life is that my boys still talk to me. Some share more than others, but most share more than I ever shared with my parents. I always had a great relationship with my … Continue reading →

Sometimes this circle of life stuff sneaks up on you. The last couple of times I have taken Mira for a run up at the graveyard, Mom has come along. Although she just turned 91, she still likes to walk a mile a … Continue reading →

Tonight my brother Stanley is at the hospital in critical condition. I know this sounds obvious—but he has been my brother my whole life. I have made friends—some friends that I have much more in common with than either of … Continue reading →

Up the street and further up the hill is an old cemetery that overlooks Myrtle Point and catches the last rays of the setting sun. At the far end of the road that loops through the graves is a small … Continue reading →

For many years when I have hiked down beaches and through forests, I cut four marks into a log or dead tree to mark my way. Sometimes I chopped four lines with a hatchet or machete; occasionally I labored a … Continue reading →

I haven’t seen the movie, but there is a scene in the trailer for “The Descendants” that pierces my heart. The scene, set in Hawaii, shows a graying George Clooney in flip-flops running as fast as he can down a road. … Continue reading →