Tag: #family

The race I did not run.


On June 2nd I marked September 23rd on my calendar. On September 23rd I planned to run my first 5k. An act of defiance of sorts. Defying both body and brain. Proving that I could physically and mentally triumph over 5 years of living with cerebellar ataxia, sarcoidosis, nystagmas, enlarged lymph nodes, vertigo, muscle spasms, […]

September 11, 2001 What I remember...


I was in no immediate danger. Just a college senior, 100 miles away, sleeping his way through a philosophy of education class when the buildings exploded. Our old professor finally couldn’t find the words. He just pointed and said go and I found myself in a courtyard standing with the other faces in a loose […]

A Health Update: Our Troubles Are Not Our Own


So my plan of running in a 5k in September has pulled a hamstring. I’m not feeling 90% (because I’ll never feel 100%) but at 90% I feel well enough to train. Currently, I’m feeling 75%. This week I saw a new primary doctor. After compressing five years of medical events into five minutes, I […]

When your youngest child learns to ride a bike… Long may you ride, my son


I bet you can tell me when and where you learned to ride a bike. I was 5 and learned in white concrete alley behind our red brick Philadelphia row house. The bike was red with black rubber handle grips and solid plastic wheels. A few days earlier, Dad and I bought the bike from […]

“We” Something we are all guilty of forgetting


Maybe it was a slip of the tongue. But when my wife was talking to a friend about my recent health troubles she explained that “we” had a flare up. The “we” was me. And it occurred to me that my wife was dealing with my troubles as much as I was. When we’re sick […]

Training Session #45-July 27: 5 Reasons Why I Wanted to Quit Today and 1 Reason Why I Didn’t


In 2013 I was diagnosed with sarcoidosis, an autoimmune disorder that chewed a hole in my cerebellum, atrophied various muscles, impaired my vision, balance, coordination and consequently stole my confidence and my ability to run. I have dedicated the summer of 2018 to regaining my strength, coordination, balance, and relearning how to run. I am participating […]

The Love Story That Almost Never Happened


The following post is the final entry of the The February Project: Love and Marriage, a self-imposed month long writing project on love and marriage. “After all the romance and celestial promises of the initial courtship, love becomes a lifetime of small moments that add up to make something enormous.” from Taking Notes: A Love Story […]

Celebrating Victory with the Living (and the Dead)


On Superbowl morning I went to Forest Hills Cemertary wearing my Eagles jersey. It’s February in Philadelphia and it’s cold and raining and my son is standing by my side and we’re looking down at the plaque marking the birth and death of my grandparents. Mike and Doreen. I tell them about how the Eagles […]

Surviving Christmas: Lessons from Clark W. Griswold Jr.


Hosting Christmas is often a cinnamon-baked decathlon of stress and anxiety. There’s a million things to do. After work you grind through traffic to Target. You park miles away. You hustle across a frozen parking lot. You stop to catch your breath at the closest shopping cart corral. You promise to stop eating so many […]

Why I Celebrated My Worst Day


When I decided to celebrate my worst day I had romantic dreams of baking a chocolate cake, coating it with vanilla icing and beautifully decorating it with some unabashed inspirational quote. Here’s what happened. It’s okay to laugh. Seriously. I know, it’s high fructose, high caloric train wreck. Just in case you can’t read it, […]