“How are you feeling about your presentation today?” I asked my son, Oliver. “I’m still a bit nervous,” he said. “Shall I run your Bars?”...

In the middle of Nebraska, somewhere in the eighties, my three brothers, my parents and I all piled into the station wagon to head back...

I was sitting in a window seat, the landing gear was being lowered, and the sadness started pouring over me in waves. The plane was just...