A street in Boston’s South End.It was during a brief, liminal period that I became a Daddy. I was in the process of moving back to Boston after years in the Bay Area. San Francisco had become too glossy, too curated—a city of filtered light and startup ambition that no longer felt like mine. Boston, with its stubborn seasons and stone-faced honesty, had a gravity I needed. My business was bi-coastal, which meant I was bi-coastal—I spent two long months living out of a suitcase, shuttlin...
