I never had a dog growing up. When you’re a boy and you develop without a canine by your side, two things happen. First you pine for one – or at least, the romantic notion of one. There’s just something inherently mythic about a boy and his dog. That image marks so much of our…
Here’s a rare treat for you Ed Heads. I’m sharing a bunch of pics and keeping the words to a bare minimum. I’ll let the pics do the talking and keep my fingers from doing much walking. If you haven’t seen it already, last week I published a piece recounting Colin’s second-to-last basketball game of…
“Will I ever watch TV again?” Those were my first words – uttered in the waking light of my first official day as a proud papa. 24 hours prior, I was rousing Andi from bed so we could make the short trek to the South Shore Hospital in South Weymouth, MA where she was scheduled…
Editor’s Note: I’ve decided to pop this post into my Forty for Forty series. Why? Well, for starters – it gets me one step closer to the finish line. Every little bit counts. And secondly, she’s my wife. And if I’m talking about my life – then my wife is certainly a very important tile…
Editor’s Note: By now you know the drill. I turn 40 on June 6, 2012. As a little challenge to myself, I’m spending the next year writing 40 posts that say something about my life. Well, I’d say the fact that one woman in this world actually took a chance on me is pretty damn…
Editor’s Note: By now you know the drill. I turn 40 on June 6, 2012. As a little challenge to myself, I’m spending the next year writing 40 posts that say something about my life. This one is technically a reprint. I wrote it years ago. But it has to be one of the most…
On July 1, 2009 – I woke without a job. A few days later, Andi was a newly minted employee – taking a waitress stint at a local restaurant. That’s my wife. Always making sure our nest is feathered. So despite the rigors of the daily house keep, she grabbed gainful employment to insure we…
Last week, Aria bounded off the bus and ran over to me – dying to tell me about the story she wrote at school. As she’s a mere one month away from the start of summer and more importantly – her graduation from Kindergarten to 1st Grade – her class has begun cobbling together…
Never having had a dog, I had no idea what that act actually entailed. A boy and his dog just seemed like such a cool, mythic thing – like an Old West gunslinger with his faithful steed. The sight of a boy scampering alongside his bounding companion felt ripped from legend. Iconic – and something…
Now this is getting ridiculous. No sooner do I put the final period on Colin’s 7th annual post does he up and drop another calendar on me. And worse yet – we’re now much close to the heart-racing teen years than we are to his first fledgling steps forth into this world. I’ve said it…