To become a man is to carry out your word because you gave your word. And your word is you as a man.” – The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong...

Start with a brand new good-morning. To your husband or your wife. To your kids. To those you work with – and don’t work with. What’s the harm? How difficult is it? And it isn’t,...

Love your kids and just be there for them. You don’t have to eyeball their every moment or to orchestrate all their comings and goings. They know this. They know that’s too much. All they...

If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss – taunting, deep, and luscious.

I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.

I LOVE YOU” If said only when you have to?What good is it to ride a horse if you cannot gallop?What good is it to believe in someone if you doubt your own belief?

I remember once kissing you, your face lit by northern stars. Promising to grow old with you, and now so simply breaking the promise.

Read what you like, not what you’re told to like. That way you’ll read for a lifetime.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.

It’s a fool who thinks that having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fishheads I’ve ever heard. You have a responsibility, not only to a person but also to a...

Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility – but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.

KIDS. They know a BRIBE when they see one. They want a PARENT, not a PAY-OFF. They don’t care if you’re Jack-King-Rodeo or Mister-You-Own-New-York. All they understand is time spent WITH YOU or WITHOUT YOU....

Walk with me now into this very bright night, and revere with me in silence what must be God-given and what is surely God-taken.

The Number One Rule of Working Is: DO THE BEST WORK YOU CAN. Why do anything but your best? What’s the point?