This is the tenth Father’s Day without my dad. Steve Nelson was as devilishly handsome as he was dangerously charming, and he loved me as much as I love him, which is a lot. Every day I desperately want to talk to him, laugh with him, and ask his adviceRead more...

There’s a weight many men carry. A constant tension between who we are, who we think we should be, and who we fear we might become if we stop trying so hard.Read more...

There was a time when men talked. Not in therapy rooms. Not in podcasts.But in fields, on footpaths, in workshops, over ale. We spoke - not always about feelings, but about life...Read more...

The smell of smoke on your clothes. The hiss of coffee on a fire. That quiet satisfaction of knowing you packed just enough - and packed it right.Read more...