While the Boys of Summer are Gone
You got your hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby.
On Condolences, From My Son
Atticus wrote a note to his teacher on the passing of her father. He wrote it with compassion.
Thoughts That Count
Christmas is a moveable feast.
For Ghosts of Christmas Past
Christmas with Grandpa is more melancholy than merry.
A Dad on the Border
Father’s Day is where you make it.