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Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Kevin Fisher-Paulson is the author of "How We Keep Spinning" and "A Song for Lost Angels.” Fisher-Paulson lives with his husband, Brian, their two sons, and pack of rescue dogs in the mysterious outer, outer, outer, outer Excelsior. When he’s not writing, he serves as commander of the honor guard for the San Francisco Sheriff's Department.

Stories By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Building a writing nest, word by word

Every writer I know is a magpie. We collect shiny words and stuff them under our wings. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

A sweet twist on a New Year’s tradition

Spending the holiday away from the boys brought delicious surprises By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Answers to the After-Christmas-Trivia Game quiz

Here’s hoping you got them all right, or at least matched the answers I decided were correct. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Test your (arcane) knowledge: It’s trivia quiz time

This is the annual After-Christmas-Trivia Game, invented by my predecessor and going on 40-plus years. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

As darkness grows longer, look to the light

Change is inevitable. So as the lighter days turn darker, don’t despair. Find something to believe in. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Making a pilgrimage to the Auld Sod

My family was American Irish, not Irish Irish. But the old country is calling me. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Choosing between comfort and joy

There’s a lot more work to gladness than to misery, but it’s worth it. So if you get to choose, choose joy. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Getting up the nerve to get another dog

We don’t really choose the when, the where or the who of a dog. The dog chooses us. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

All things considered, it is a wonderful life

A thought for Thanksgiving: Gratitude is not for what we hope; gratitude is for what we have. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Sometimes being colorblind is a blessing

I like to think that even if my son can’t tell what shade his room is painted, he’s right when it comes to color. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Finding a bit of enlightenment as the days grow darker

In early November, before there can be a Thanksgiving, there must be a Thankstaking. Like taking time to sit and breathe or sleep in. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Not a native son, but no longer a New Yorker

What is a San Franciscan? I’d say it’s anyone who decides to make the city their home. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Like sand in your shorts, this should be a wedding that sticks

Kevin Fisher-Paulson shares his thoughts on marriage and love before officiating a ‘perfect beginning’ for an honorary family member. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Coming to grips with being ‘culturally gay’

Anita Bryant got it wrong. The cure for the gay lifestyle is not conversion therapy but raising children. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

A salute to an officer and mom of the highest rank

Remembering my husband’s mother, Marie, or as I called her, Col. Mother-in Law By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

How a tigereye talisman got me through a backward month

Even if that whole ‘Mercury in retrograde’ thing is a myth, it can’t hurt to keep a lucky stone on hand. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Let’s have a talk about the birds and the boys

The northern mockingbird, the only mockingbird native to North America, is a small songster, with the scientific name Mimus polyglottos, “many-tongued mimic.” The males sing more than the females, and they can mimic, or mock, the sounds of... By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Seeing myself through my son’s eyes eases the sting of getting older

Why not just look like a father who is loved? A little gray. A little blurry. And not quite ready for the obituary page. Kevin Fisher-Paulson

Making the choice to be married, every day for 35 years

Doctors and doubters and justices have all been wrong: Chosen family works. You just have to be stubborn. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson

How I successfully turned the tables on a family tradition

Switching seats at the family table was a simple solution for a short-armed dad. By Kevin Fisher-Paulson