If you’d like to know how much crap you own — if you’d like to stare straight into the blinding chasm of your own materialism — I have the perfect solution. Move across the country. I’ll admit that I ...

Last month, seven friends and I ventured to a spectacular golf destination to play some mostly unspectacular golf. The assortment of players included single digits, mid-handicaps and the dreaded guy ...

My kids were barely old enough to grip a club when our family vacations began to include modest forms of golf—putt-putt, driving range detours, eventually nine-hole rounds in which the boys teed off ...