About Robert Barsanti

Robert Barsanti teaches in the Berkshires and is the father of two boys. You can follow his Twitter feed here.

Watching Time Pass Over the Vineyard Game

You can’t buy Christmas spirit, but you can make it.

The Night Is Full of Bicycles

Robert Barsanti gives a eulogy for a local man killed in a hit-and-run accident—a man who, in another life, could have been him.

Lanyards For Tourniquets

In our age of terrorism, we have become a nation of lifeguards. When tragedy hits, Americans have learned to open their doors instead of closing them.

School in the Time of Dinosaurs

Teacher Robert Barsanti looks at education, its metrics and the point they’re both missing.

The Value of Snow Shoveling

When Bob Barsanti was his eldest son’s age, his adolescent ego was stoked by shoveling snow: a modern John Henry against the snowplow. That was then…

Willy Loman Plugged the John

When the plumbing backs up, men often expect that we should know how to make the repair.

Prizefighters and Poppas

What does the life deliberately and well lived look like?

Gun Dreams

In our fantasies, a gun ends all arguments in our favor.

Drinking Wine with Noah

“I piled up his clothes, vacuumed his floor, and got rid of the flotsam and jetsam of an unclicked mind.” Robert Barsanti takes his father to the hospital.

The Dream of Fondue

Emerson wrote that a hero is no braver than any other man, but he is braver five minutes longer. Robert Barsanti suspects it is the same with successful marriages.

The Grasshopper Life

To his old girlfriends, Robert Barsanti’s father would always be Romeo. But for Robert, Benito was Lear.

Eat the Cake

Robert Barsanti wishes he had eaten more cake, kissed more women, and seen Sarah Vaughn when he had the chance.

A Very Old Man With Enormous Skis

Robert Barsanti reflects on his father, the skier. “Every other role was a costume he wore in order to get into the car and drive north to snow and slopes.”

Beyond the Blinking Eye of Righteousness

Hats off, slide the chair, hold the door. Robert Barsanti reflects on traditional gender roles, and how, in the end, a man does

The Irish Goodbye

Fifteen years after her death, Robert Barsanti’s mother still helps him through difficult times “with the whisper of iron and the strength of bone.”

Learning to Fail

Robert Barsanti gives a rallying call for failure. Why? Victory reinforces; failure teaches.