Family

Santa Fe: “Remember This”

Santa Fe and my family go way back to the early 90s. It all started with my father and my stepmother. My father had his paintings exhibited in a gallery on Santa Fe’s famous Canyon Road. A few times a year, they would load up paintings in a minivan and drive them to Santa Fe.

Transgender Trees, Homelessness, and a Dare in San Francisco

I was on a trip to San Francisco with my kids. As I am flipping through the memory bank, I am shocked at how many experiences we packed into three days.

Perspective

Every day my father forwards emails to friends and relatives. I discovered that my perspective on my father’s emails had completely changed.