Stop One: a place I’ve known for many years, a place I’ve lived, worked, loved, and finally left. A place of green lawns, piles of chiseled marble, navy blue suits, and papers. A city where the world comes to negotiate. A…
Stop One: a place I’ve known for many years, a place I’ve lived, worked, loved, and finally left. A place of green lawns, piles of chiseled marble, navy blue suits, and papers. A city where the world comes to negotiate. A…
When you’re an adult don’t ever think that your idea of fun correlates with your child’s. For the past few years my wife and daughter have gone to Comic-Con and I’ve made periodic forays. This year Number Two was old…
Child Harbat and I have a running joke about Comic-Con, the gigantic pop culture convention currently taking over my hometown of San Diego. The joke runs like this: Me: Hey kids! Are you ready to go to Comic-Con again…
Have you ever visited a place that just felt off? It’s a vibe, an embedded memory, or a series of coincidences that taint your view like fingerprints on glasses. This weekend we went to a local park, a small reservoir…
Flag Day in my little town is as enchanting as a Norman Rockwell painting. For the last few years, we’ve been taking Child Harbat to the parade to see local princesses waving from convertibles, dogs wearing hats, women in black…
I got the text everyone would hate to get: “Call me. In a car accident near the park.” This was from my wife, yesterday morning as I was in a meeting presenting to a group. Because my wife was texting…
I’m now on my second week of a stomach bug that has waged war in my midsection. Often an illness follows a trajectory like a hurled ball—a quick buildup to a peak followed by a long descent. This stomach bug,…