Always His Baby
When I was born, my brother David was already in junior high: a 12-year-old boy with glasses, gap teeth, and a sort-of-shag…
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Staying Inspired
It’s my brother’s birthday again, the day each year when I marvel at what age he would be if he hadn’t died…
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Keeping Count
Every year on this day, I celebrate the fact my big brother was born. And I mourn the fact that he isn’t…
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The Trouble with Memories
You know it’s been a long time when you think it is the 15th anniversary of a death and then realize, counting…
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Imagining my brother at 60
Today marks my big brother David’s 60th birthday. I doubt he ever imagined himself at 60, so youthful was his entire sense…
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Move Your Skin
I often wonder how my brother David would have reacted to developments in the world had he lived. Would he have joined…
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Feeling the Most
“When he’s free soloing, it’s when he feels the most…” Honnold’s mother starts saying to the camera and pauses, so that I…
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Olympic Mindset
I’ve been dipping in and out of the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, being loose and cavalier with the performances of people’s lives, treating…
