“You know what I regret?” my wife, Alison, asked me a few weeks ago. She was in full sales pitch mode, knowing that her target customer (me) would be skeptical of buying. And she was about to go for the...
I can sense my writing coach cringing already. About two years ago when I started working with her, she pointed out that one of the reasons I struggled to finish writing my memoir manuscript was because of insecurity. Specifically —...
I used say I was a writer without a story, and then, the story found me. That was back in 2012, when I learned an astonishing family secret that would change the lives of so many. It launched a two-year...
“We will be the best parents in the whole damn world. He or she will have the best of everything, if I have to work seven days a week, 24 hrs a day.” -U.S. Marine Corps Cpl. George T. Pidgeon...
Darkness and distance can not contain a locomotive’s horn. On summer nights blazoned with stars and fireflies, as citronella candles flickered from the back deck where the adults gathered to drink and joke, the sound of the horn would come...
I couldn’t recall the last time I put much thought into photography. Months maybe. Other than an hour of capturing maternity portraits of my wife on the Jersey Shore back in the Spring, I largely felt a diminished drive for...
