That Awful Sinking Feeling in Your Stomach. Does It Ever Go Away?The first time I felt it was in the first grade. I wasn’t in Mrs. Conn’s class, but she reprimanded me for talking back as we stood in line in the lunchroom. The feeling, a cold burn, rose briefly in my chest before sinking down, down, down, into the… Oct 10 18October 10, 2018Article at The Weekly Standard
A Philadelphia StoryI'll admit, I have few childhood memories of the nativity scene my grandparents kept on their mantel every Christmas. I recall more clearly the haunting portrait of Santa Claus hanging in the foyer and the towering Christmas tree, with its pink… Mar 24 17March 24, 2017Article at The Weekly Standard
Our Daily EggEvery morning, I make an egg for my son. The task doubles as a chance for daydreaming, a rare occurrence when you're the parent of a toddler. I strap Henry into his chair, toss a few Cheerios in his direction, and get to work. He doesn't have… Dec 18 15December 18, 2015Article at The Weekly Standard
While My Guitar Gently WeepsThe other day, I picked up my guitar and didn’t know what to play. This is happening more and more, and I guess it’s because I pick up the guitar less and less. When I was 15, I could strum my way through the entire Beatles catalogue, half the songs… Nov 11 13November 11, 2013Article at The Weekly Standard
This Land Is My LandOn St. Patrick’s Day, everyone’s a little bit Irish. And like many Americans, I actually have some Irish blood. My mother’s father’s mother was named Naughton, a common surname in western Ireland, and the name of the town our Naughtons came from is… Mar 21 11March 21, 2011Article at The Weekly Standard
Blues BrotherI once took a road trip to Clarksdale, Mississippi, a Delta town in the northwestern corner of the state known primarily—okay, known only—as the epicenter of the blues. My lifelong best friend Drew and I set out from our hometown in suburban Atlanta… Jan 03 11January 03, 2011Article at The Weekly Standard
