The mama bird sits on her eggs, day and night. I close the front door softly so as not to disturb her, and I kill the porch light at night so she can sleep a good sleep.
Category: Father’s Day
To All the Dads
You know, I can never remember much Shakespeare, but I can remember every tip my father ever gave me.
Jasmine and Cigars
I’m looking to ride this marvelous cigar scent as long as possible. It is redolent of cattle drives, campfires, golf towels and musky male adventure in general (if such a thing still exists).
June Is Gold
I don’t know the meaning of meaning, or a chariot from an octopus. But I know a summer moment when I see one.
A Brassy Summer
I wander into these warm months like Van Gogh into a vast garden, or his yellow house at Arles.
Ooooo, Those Eyes
My daughters are my nav system. They are the glitter in the bottom of a box of ornaments. One is all hair. The other mostly freckles.
Bravo to the Dads
What's even more than a man? A dad.
A Slice of Paradise
Some towns are “a box full of darkness,” to borrow from the poets. Not the Palisades.
What a Dream I Had…
Weddings are proof we still have pre-diluvian hearts. Weddings are proof that – despite the preponderance of evidence – we still believe in happily ever after.
All the News…
I still subscribe to the Los Angeles Times, my struggling alma mater, as if repaying a college loan.