John Morgan is a writer, teacher, and father of two teenage boys. Married for 22 years, he spends his free time dove hunting, tinkering with his 1969 Jeep, and listening to Bakersfield country music.
John Morgan reflects on the backyard fort that once hosted pirate battles, castle raids, and countless childhood adventures. As the
boards bend and the kids grow taller, he’s reminded that while treehouses don’t last forever, the memories inside them do.
John Morgan’s DadZone article for RFM’s May-June 2025 issue reflects on family trips south and the nostalgia of visiting places that carry childhood memories.
John Morgan is in the DadZone with memories and mentors. Find out how high school English, an address book, and a Ringo Starr concert are connected.
John Morgan shares life lessons on fatherhood and connecting with the wisdom of the ages in the DadZone. Find out why John braved I-95 on a Saturday morning!
John Morgan is back in the DadZone with a heartwarming look at growing up, summer camps, and sons.
John Morgan is in the DadZone sharing his perspective on passion and how discovering your energy source as a young person is a gift that lasts a lifetime.
John Morgan is in the DadZone sharing perspective on dad life, summer storms, home ownership, and keeping the ship afloat as a family.
What do cup-stacking and early-morning rising have in common? See how John Morgan is learning to treasure every moment of dad life.
Writing at my desk the other morning, I heard the chop-chop-chop of a kitchen knife. It was Atticus, slicing bananas and strawberries. The cutting was followed by the shoveling of…
Careful! Cut away from yourself.” My seven childhood trips to the ER make me stress this rule more than most. Levon ripped open the cardboard. He was ready to get…
Before sixth grade even started, the rumors swirled. Everyone said Mrs. Lamb was tough, mean, and scary. Even guys from other schools knew her students were prisoners. But there was…
I’ll start running,” my son announced during dinner. “Really… why?” “Three miles, three days a week – for a phone.” A few hours before this declaration, I shared the story…
