I prefer my kids not play youth sports
Here’s why. My essay for the Wall Street Journal.
Here’s why. My essay for the Wall Street Journal.
By now you’ve almost certainly heard about the woman who dressed for Halloween as a Boston Marathon blast victim, proudly Tweeted a photo—then was besieged by an avalanche of deserved criticism. Her name was Alicia Ann Lynch. She’s 22, wore the costume to work—and now is on the receiving end
As I write this I’m sitting inside Central Perk, a coffee shop off of Main Street in Newark, Delaware. Twenty years ago this coming spring, I graduated from the University of Delaware with a degree in history. Twenty years ago. Twenty. It’s weird, the way time works. I’m 41, though
So a couple of months ago my daughter needed new sneakers. He old pair had worn down, and her feet—as is the case with 10-year-old kids—were getting longer and longer. I came home one day to catch the wife and kid skimming through some online show shop, where the average
We all have our pathetic moments. Today, I had an awful one. So the wife is out of town attending a conference, and I’m solo with the tykes. Not a big deal. We spend the morning at home, goofing around, playing this and that. At noon we leave, grab some
Earlier today, in our nation’s capital, the Washington Nations introduced Matt Williams as their newest manager. Best known for his years playing third base for the Giants and Diamondbacks, Williams was—by traditional measures—a sound choice. Over the course of his 17-year career, Williams hit 378 home runs and drove in
Three months ago I wrote a post titled Don’t Get a Fucking Neck Tattoo. It continues to draw angry responses and comments. Why? Not because it was particularly inflammatory or—to be honest—especially well-written. No, the reason people were angry is because many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many
I love Halloween. I love Halloween in ways most people don’t. I love the costumes. I love the candy. I love scaring the shit out of people. Mostly, I love the sense of community. Every year, the wife, kids and I host Halloween at our house. Tonight, beginning around, oh,
What does a photographer do when the love of his world faces terminal cancer? In this case, he chronicles the journey—then turns the finished product into a haunting, beautiful piece of art that tributes her life.
Earlier today SI.com (and many other places) ran a small piece about Dexter Manley, the former Redskin star defensive end, calling Troy Aikman “queer” on regional radio the other day. Manley was asked to apologize, and he refused. He was then asked again, and begrudgingly said he was sorry. Which,