The silence is what you notice first. At dawn, at Back Lake up in NH near Canada, there isn’t much happening but for the episodic call from a loon. The water is flat, mirror-like. I am up for an annual father-daughter fly fishing trip. My daughter is still asleep. I am biding my time, happily,
Category: Family life
Crew
Crew is tough. I didn’t row and instead saw it from afar, as one of my college roommates rowed heavy-weight. Eric did, too, in college (and, did well at the national level). Now, I see it through one of my children, who is rowing for her school, often as stroke of her boat. Growing up
May 12
At 3:30 am, heading to the river, I am starting to ease into the two-hour drive. But, I feel a clench in my gut that makes me wonder what is up. That’s when I realize it is May 12. “Oh,” I think, “it’s that day.” May 12 was when my mother was born and was
Sweet 16
Last Friday night was one of the happiest moments I’ve had ever as a parent. Mrs. T. organized a surprise birthday party for one of our children. It was a logistical feat that involved many people. Our daughter’s friends assembled the guest list, organized a scrapbook, and planned a scavenger hunt. Many classmates came over
Aftermath
After someone passes away, there is The Aftermath. Since Whitney died, there have been many emails and calls involving some of us who knew him and miss him. For me, it has been great to connect with old friends and colleagues. It is a shame that, at times, it takes a tragedy for people to re-connect. Unfortunately,
Rest in Peace, Whitney Bowman
I received an email on Saturday morning. Whitney Bowman, a former work colleague and a friend, father of six children, died suddenly of a heart attack at age 41 the day before. I always remember Whitney as a strong person with dignity and humor. It’s hard to explain. I saw him work some very long