A father’s everlasting gift. Excerpted from Coop. Or Coop. I do these now and then. To be notified when a new one goes up, please subscribe here. The entire “ReWriting” series available here. Prefer your podcasts via iTunes? Go here.
Since I’ll be out with the band the next two nights, did a quick recording of “Guitar Girls,” an essay about singing with my daughters that began as a Tent Show Radio monologue then wound up in this book. The Olivia sticker is on one of my guitar cases. My daughter put it there years…View post
Writing, rainy. Outside the window, Mama cardinal with two babies. They’re big as her and pecking but still she feeds them. Adolescents.
Reading Roxane Gay’s “Bad Feminist,” I respect and resonate with this line from the acknowledgements: I’m hoping my parents don’t read this book, but they are beloved and have made all things possible. Each of my “adult” books include a similar thank you: First and foremost, to my parents—anything decent is because of them, anything else…View post
I wrote this piece after listening to a Brandi Carlile* concert. Today as I pulled away from the curb after delivering my daughters to school, I thought of it again. I have two daughters. So including my wife, at my house it’s three-to-one girls against boys. A fellow I met recently on the road told me,…View post