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I was never much with a shotgun growing up. Not that I had a ton of exposure to firearms, but they were around. My father’s family, most of whom still live in Waterloo, Iowa, frequently spent weekends hunting pheasant, duck, rabbit and deer. Invariably, they’d let me tag along on a hunt, even if I…

Cashmere and wool were the first casualties of our arrival in Charleston. The air was warm and wet. The sky wide and blue. Even with the wreaths that adorn the white picket gates of Bray’s Island, I wasn’t sure it was Christmas. My memories of the season are whited-out and frozen-over, not laid low with…

This morning, I sent a check to 826NYC on behalf of all the artists and fans behind “A Holiday Benefit, Vol. II.” Together, we increased last year’s contribution by a third by raising $3000 to support students ages 6-18 with their creative and expository writing skills, and help teachers inspire their students to write. Thanks…

Katie met Fabrizio as a child when she traveled to her father’s hometown in the Italian Alps. Thirty years later, Katie and Fabrizio reconnected at a relative’s wedding. Six weeks later, Katie and Fabrizio stood in a snow-swept cove of Central Park exchanging vows. Abbi and I stood in the wings, huddled together against the…

A week ago, I attempted to move a few extra copies of “A Holiday Benefit, Vol. II” with a raffle. Every purchase automatically entered the buyer to win a copy of the charity CD signed by each of the eleven artists, plus signed copies of their respective CDs. So tonight, I wrote everyone’s name on…

My college band, Smokey Junglefrog, released its third and final album, “She’s My Niece,” concurrent to our disbanding on May 15, 1993. The title of the album was borrowed from a birthday card my bassist, Paul Perreault, had given me. The front of the card was a mixtape with a collection on niece-oriented songs: She’s…