Tag: father

The morning after a neurologist found my brain damage I went to work. The story of the blue collar patient


Cindy told me to stay home. Put my feet up. Watch daytime television. Rest. But I insisted on going to work. “I have too much work to do.” I was teaching Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road. Set in a post-apocalyptic world, the novel chronicles a father-son relationship and argues a father’s chief duty, no matter […]

A Letter to My Daughter On Her 10th Birthday


Dear Haley, It’s incredible. It really is. 10 years ago, a nurse loaded you and your mom into the back seat of our silver Chevy Malibu, shut the door, stepped back, smiled, waved and suddenly our lives began together. Jarring as it was–sometimes life is that cut and dry. One day you’re curled inside your mother […]

For the Philadelphia Sports Fan, Championship Games are Generational


When I was a kid my dad use to carry me through the silver turnstiles that guarded the concrete spaceship known as Veterans Stadium so we could watch bad baseball, together. In the mid 1980’s the Phillies were a bad baseball team. So bad that if you went to the supermarket and bought an 8 […]