Return to a Childhood Eden – A Cross-Country Run in the French Pyrenees
I can hear the low warm chime of cow bells before I see them. Then, as I round the corner in view of a gushing river, the…
Dudes, If You Are Starting to Pee Your Pants, It’s Time to Do Your Kegel Exercises
For better or worse, masculinity has often been defined by a sense of control over things (and, sadly, people). Depending on the circumstances, it can be…
Turning Back the Clock – On Being 17 Again
The dream was cloudy. I can’t say where I was precisely, but I clearly remember wandering among crowds of people. I was despondent and weeping, mourning…
The Lamb, The Bully, and the Walls We Build
A while back, our little family took a trip to a resort in the Dominican Republic (read post). There was some beach time, a few cocktails,…
The Art of Closure
For months, I had to drag my son, Sevan, from the bathtub kicking and screaming. That is until I got him to say goodnight to each…
Honeymooning with an Infant is a Trip (Not a Vacation)
I consider myself a late bloomer. I seem to take my own time arriving at where I need to be – whether it was learning to…
Why the Process is More Important than the Results
When my son, Sevan, was old enough to play with blocks, the routine would go something like this: daddy would sit on the floor beside him…
Why the First Time for Everything Still Matters
Just a few months ago my son, Sevan, started walking. Out of the blue, with no warning, he just let go of my leg and walked…
It Begins with an Obsession
It’s no secret (at least to me) that I have obsessive tendencies. Once I get something in my head, I think about it, research it, meditate…