Oftentimes, I’m ashamed to be a man; This is one of those times

Often times, I’m ashamed to be a man. With the way we treat women sometimes, how could I not be? In the last few days, alone, I’ve encountered three separate (and rather high-profile) instances when women were assumed to be the bad guy when the truth was anything but. Let’s start with the biggest one… …

Essay: On kindergarten, crying and Pearl Jam

Eddie Vedder tells me, “…you try this one.” So, I do. Or, at least I try. I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life. I know you’ll be a star. I’m driving and I’m crying. I’m crying and I’m driving. I’m cryving. But I try to sing along: In somebody else’s sky but whyyyyyyyyyhhyyyyy whyyyyyyhy whyyyyyyyyyyyyhhhhyyyyy… …

On dogs, death and children

Ask any parent and they’ll agree. As the years go by, there are seemingly countless opportunities for conversations with children that could be categorized as “tough.” Disciplinary conversations? Check. Weird questions about life? Yep. Puberty-type things? Gulp. Death … Death is a tough one on so many levels. For starters, it’s just tough to comprehend. I’m …