Dear Connor: Put on your listening ears

While I can’t fix or change it as an individual, I can write about it, I can teach my son and give him the tools to deal with the mess he and his generation are going to inherit in 20 years. And I can pray that there will be others that do the same.

Dear Connor: Nine promises that we will be OK

Being OK doesn’t mean the next several years will be moonbeams and unicorns. The next decade will be harsh, unsteady, inexplicable and frightening. We will, as a country, walk with that awesome shadow of the valley of death. History tells us that we must face our worst selves before we can create our best.

Dear Connor | Key West Pokemon and the Outrage Button

Good afternoon, Connor. I did the eye roll thing over the latest iteration of Pokemon and figured it was just another mindless time suck best left to the younguns. That was before I read these two words: AUGMENTED REALITY. No self-respecting, shiny-ball-loving geek...

Dear Connor | Being a grownup sucks

Good morning, Connor. Being a grownup sucks. You’re three so you’re thinking about things like blue PlayDoh. You think Henny-Penny is a great kids’ book about a nutso chicken, not a description of this summer’s run amok world. But, yeah, being...

Dear Connor | What’s for dinner? You decide

Good afternoon, Connor. Did you know there are only two kinds of people in the world? Yeah, I know it looks like there are millions, but I think all those millions can be divided into  two groups: the ones who know what they want for dinner — and the ones who...

Dear Connor | Which super hero will you be?

Good morning, Connor. I loved the picture of you and Charlie Rex Junior that your MamaDada texted this morning. You’re both wearing striped gray “cat” pajamas and that made me smile. Nothing beats a kid and a kitten with my morning coffee. Did you...