Father’s Day. The first time I really thought about fatherhood was when my older brother, Tom was about to become a father. I saw him transform. He built this cradle for soon-to-be Cate and for my sister-in-law as a surprise. He’d never built a cradle, and...
Dear Lady in the Steam Room with the Menthol, When you asked, white towel wrapping your head and soggy torso, about to enter the steam room, “You don’t mind if I use menthol” (A statement disguised as a question) you were already prying open the moist door. You didn’t...