Happy Father’s Day

“It doesn’t matter who my father was. It matters who I remember he was.”             Anne Sexton. My Dad was an extraordinary ordinary man. Father to three daughters, husband to my also extraordinary Mom, kind and cheerful grandfather. He did all...

The Seven-Second Connection

The Handshake was something my dad taught my sisters and me, not by saying “Watch and learn” but just by being himself. This got me thinking of those thousands of things parents and other adults teach us. This particular one is for my Dad, fathers everywhere, and...

Sunday Climbing Tree – in memory of Dad

There were many times my father provided the shoulders that carried me. My earliest memory was this Miller Place memory that I’m sharing from my memoir Thinking of Miller Place: A Memoir of Summer Comfort. That was a literal carrying. Other literal carryings –...