After feeding Isabella this morning, I did something I almost never do—I fell back asleep. Every once in a while, an unexpected extra hour or two of sleep is exactly the kind of peace we need.

Growing up in the hot, humid South, if you didn’t have a swimming pool or a creek nearby, the garden hose was how you cooled off. We’d drink from it once the warm water ran through or hook it up to a sprinkler and spend hours getting soaked. It’s been decades since I’ve done that, but these pictures make me think maybe it’s time to give it another try… especially with any—or all—of these handsome guys.

🇺🇸 🎇 Happy 250th! 🎆 🇺🇸

I’ve always loved waterfalls. There’s something calming about watching water tumble over the rocks, and on a sunny day, the mist often catches the light and creates a rainbow. During Pride Month especially, those rainbows feel like a fitting reminder that beauty, hope, and joy can emerge from even the most turbulent waters.

For reasons that probably need no explanation, gay men have long had a fascination with jockstraps. Part athletic gear, part celebration of the male form, the humble jockstrap has become an enduring symbol of confidence, masculinity, and a little bit of playful flirtation.