Days With My Father
Photography and words that move. That nearly moved me to tears as I looked at it, here, at my work desk. Days With My Father, by Phillip Toledano – a portrait of the photographer’s father as he...
View ArticleNaming number two
When it came to naming Sierra, the choice was easy. I had an affinity for the name for a while, thanks to a song by the same name by one of my favorite bands, Cursive. I thought “Sierra” was beautiful....
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On losing a great grandfather.
I never knew any of my great grandfathers. Most of us probably never got the chance. Nature doesn’t make it easy, and despite advances in technology and medicine, it’s still difficult to make it to 80...
View ArticlePickin’ on huckleberries
Despite their common appearance, there is little similar between a blueberry and a huckleberry. A blueberry is pale, with a subdued taste. It’s common. It’s boring. A member of the same family, the...
View ArticleHarvest never sounded so good: on uncovering my grandfather’s turntable
I doubt my grandfather’s turntable ever spun a Beatles album. I’m almost equally positive that John Lennon’s Imagine and Neil Young’s Harvest never crossed its needle. In fact, of the records I played...
View ArticleA quick talk to the new-school locals who are resettling Jackson, Wyoming,...
You can go ahead and talk about how you’ve moved to Jackson, how you’ve done well in life and can now afford a stately 500k home in the ghetto part of town, how you brave the traffic and float your...
View ArticlePost-launch content schedules
Oh, man, the brain trust at Blend gave me the keys to the blog wagon and here I go posting about content strategy stuff again. Chances are, most of the content strategy stuff that used to be here will...
View ArticleFear of death
Fourteen days ago, I began preparing for a vacation to Idaho, where my grandmother lives and where, for two weeks every year, I wish I lived. Thirteen days ago, my mother told me that my grandmother...
View ArticleI talked to my grandmother last night
I talked to my grandmother last night. It was fantastic. She sounded great; full of life, chatty, her voice refusing to betray the fact that she’s 72. We talked about the kids’ birthday parties, and...
View ArticleBaiting the hook
Sierra has a junior-sized Shakespeare fishing pole. It’s pink, of course. She got it for her birthday from Grandpa Dennis – my father – who I suspect spends Sundays fishing because it is as close to...
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