It was a beautiful morning. The air was cool and damp, brushed by fog. We set out for school together: Maggie and...
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You Are Going To LOVE This
Today, for the fifth time in as many weeks, I opened a newsletter with the subject header, "You are going to LOVE...
Things Happen; That’s All They Ever Do
"Come upstairs!" Maggie, Elsie and I dashed from the sun room. I heard it as I leapt up the stairs two at a time: the...
Funland
Twenty-two years ago this weekend, I left Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, with two grand in my pocket, a hot bike lashed to...
Sunny On These Days
Tonight's my first rock show in more than a year, and I'm a little bit freaked. Other than "A Holiday Benefit, Vol....
Baby Brain
I'm 38,000 feet over Albuquerque, New Mexico, when the newborn in 8B begins crying. I can hear it all -- including the...
Rachel Platten’s 53 Steps Into The Great Unknown
Most major music careers begin on modest stages. Springsteen cut his teeth at Asbury Park's Stone Pony. Elton John...
Tuesday In The Park With Maggie
It was a cinematic, spring afternoon. The sky was unwaveringly blue, shot through with bleached-lemon sunlight, all...
The Cruelty Of The Curbside Cab Line
Few things bring out New Yorkers' lesser selves than the Penn Station taxi line during an Easter downpour. It's also...
Learning To Walk Again
Maggie took her first, tentative steps last week, slowly, deliberately and clumsily wobbling across the bedroom from...
Bears Have Thick Fur
When I woke up, the sheets were peeled back, my wife was gone, and in her place a small, toy bear was blurting out to...
SXSW: Serendipity, Baby
The best things that happened at SXSW were the least-expected. Like bumping into then recruiting a former colleague to...
