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I had all these dreams; big ideas that I was going to accomplish “someday.” I was going to win an Oscar for best screenplay by the time I was 40. I was going to write a bookshelf full of...

My hair was still wet when I sat down, shivering, at the antique table in the warm common room of the old Gosby House Inn in Pacific Grove. It was late afternoon and a cold rain had rolled in...

It’s taken me over 50 years to start forgiving Lee, my late father. But I have begun, and I’m feeling pretty hopeful about it. The need to forgive him crystallized while I sat near a cut glass window inside...

It was the first time I’d seen my father in over 30 years. He was brain dead. At least they told me it was my father. I wouldn’t have known. It could’ve been anyone. And yet, I did feel...

My dad was an alcoholic. He couldn’t hold down a job for long so one winter, when I was in second grade, he took a seasonal job selling toys during the Christmas Season. We didn’t have much. Dad, mom,...

I was 11 years old when a deceitful Little League baseball coach inadvertently taught me a painful lesson. It happened during pre-season team tryouts where boys demonstrate their skills to various coaches to see which team they’d be selected...