My Son’s 18th Birthday is Forcing Me to Reflect on Aging

Tomorrow is my son's 18th birthday. That means today is his last day of being a child, which means this is my last day of having kids. My daughter is 21 and bought a house last month. She's not coming home. My son is waiting to hear back from colleges where he's applied. I understand…

The Longer I’m in Recovery, The More I Avoid Conflict from Differing Opinions

Over the years, my wife has pointed out to me that I tend to speak of the Boston Red Sox in terms of “we” as in “We just may have made the greatest mistake in trading away Mookie Betts since we let Babe Ruth go to the Yankees.” My wife is the first to point…