Stories Told. Lives Changed.
Below is an excerpt from a story I wrote three years ago called “The Wink”. The story, set in 1994, recounts a championship baseball game I played in and serves as a tribute to my father. He turns 63 this week. …At the height of the evening’s drama, dad looked down the first base line […]
Don’t be fooled. You’re looking a menace. A television hogger. A fickled eater. A picky dresser. A mess maker. A bed jumper. An interrupter of conversations. And a careless pisser. You’re staring into the soft but tyrannical face of a suburban dictator. This is my youngest child, Dylan. He is 3. And if you let him, he will rule your world. […]
In my last post, “Dad. what’s a championship?” I told you that Chase had recently lost his championship soccer game and didn’t care. He was more concerned about a juice box and a bag of Oreos then the sweet tastes of victory. I also told you how proud I was that he brushed off losing […]