It was Sunday afternoon and I was down at the creek with my brothers goofing off. That’s what you did when it was July, you were eleven years old, and it was 1969. When I think about it today...

In May of 2017, Laura, Max and I embarked on a three week drive across the county. And here’s proof.

The story of why it took twelve years for our son to meet his full-blooded brother for the first time is a long one that will be written on another day. But on this day … this sad, horrible, unfair...

It’s something my brother, Jonathan, said to me. I was deep into a video project that a client was ruining by suggesting horrible changes—stripping the heart and soul from the piece. It was a...

Everything has a beginning. You are here at the beginning of this.