My family finds over a thousand shark teeth in a single beach week. Here's when we look, where we look, and the pilot's trick that made me better at it.

From the deck of our oceanfront rental, I watched my boys play in the sand. “Play” may be the wrong word. It looked more like work to me. Shovels and elbows moving in...

Continued from Raising Fools - Part 1

I’m lying with my upper back flat while the rest of me twists to the...

We have three boys, all with different personalities yet similar in so many ways. When the oldest was eleven or so, I’d often walk into the family room to find him…

Summer always reminds me of childhood when I’d play outside with friends until dusk and beyond. Many evenings, when the light faded, the soft glow of fireflies pulled us from…

Six years ago, three friends and I spent a week paddling fifty miles in canoes on the Green River. The stretch of water winds through…