When My Father Became a Revered Elder

My father reminds me of the ogre Shrek: grumpy, odd, impatient, looking to be left alone, but at the same time inordinately sweet, interesting, and self-assured. These discordant qualities have become...Read More →

First Times

While running with my son Diego recently, I saw an owl in the wild for the first time, a big old brown owl sitting on a branch near the side of the road. Sure, I’d seen many owls in captivity before and...Read More →

Why Aging Doesn’t Scare Me

Since turning 50 four years ago, I’ve become obsessed with the topic of aging.  By aging, I mean everything about the five-plus possible decades of life that remain for me, and what life will ideally ...Read More →