Written on December 31st, 2014
As part of A Story Each Day
The mountain in the distance beckons him with its presence. It calls out, in a low and hidden…
My children and grandchildren come to my house to visit me. They smile at me, and my wife smiles back. She asks the grandchildren to…
When I sit down at a Steinway, in front of an audience of a thousand people, some of whom have paid more than a hundred and fifty dollars to see me play, there are many…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can’t do this.”
You may have felt this sentiment at some point in your life, about any number of things…
The tree in the yard grew vibrantly, upward toward the sky. Its limbs stretched and reached brilliantly, as if to ask:
My wife and I keep a collection of some of the funniest things that our seven-year-old boy has said over the years.
He uses Facebook, just like everyone else. He uses it to keep up with old friends and new friends. He uses it to post pictures, make…
I tried to find myself today, but it was much, much more difficult than I ever expected it to be. The fellow was an elusive young punk, not easily…
She’s silent but happy as she drives to meet her parents. Their aged, comforting Palo Alto neighborhood awakens the distant memories of her…
It was unlike any other place he’d ever lived. It was crowded, and hot: 110 degrees Fahrenheit every single day. But Austin didn’t mind it. He loved it, actually…