Don’t spoil kids by trying to buy them off, to buy their time. Kids aren’t stupid. They know a bribe when they see one. They want a parent not a payoff.

Dream young. Don’t settle for old – for to be old is to be superstitious and without curiosity and always questioning your faith. And be ferocious in your dreaming – run like a sun’s explosion,...

I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift. Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And...

Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed – for it’s good every now and then to be overwhelmed.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

I want to remember…Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard...

Kids are kids and not little adults. They’re watching and listening to you all the time. They’re figuring out the game plan but still don’t know all the rules. Talk straight to them and they’ll...

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.