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“Dad, what’s a championship?”


“Chase, are you ready for today?” “Dad, what’s today?” “What’s today? It’s only the biggest game of your young life. It’s what you worked all season for. It’s the championship!” Chase is sitting at the kitchen table. His hands are behind is back and he’s lapping the strawberry frosting off a donut as if in […]

Passing Through: A Reflection


Last Thursday night, after I finished the final edits for “The Day I Learned I Couldn’t Jump (or Learning to Fly)” I couldn’t sleep. While writing that story, I felt like a guest at a reunion of sorts. Bill and Denise and the two chatty Cathys on the treadmill were in attendance. Although brief, it […]

The Day I Learned I Could No Longer Jump ( or Learning to Fly)


The Day I Learned I Could No Longer Jump (or Learning to Fly) For M. Six months after being diagnosed with cerebellar degeneration, six months after a neurologist examined an MRI of my brain, leveled his eyes, cleared his throat and said to me, “you should be dead or in a hospital bed” I’m staring at […]

In Good Company


A student recently asked me, “Hey Mr. Armstrong, what do you think about before you write?” I curved my eyebrows inward, adopted a deep, contemplative look, held a silence for a second too long and replied,  “Words.” The student rolled their their eyes, shook their head as if to say “Sorry I asked, you pretentious jerk” then […]

When Your Child Says the “F” Word


  I wasn’t ready for it. Not yet. I mean, I knew it would come one day like something in the mail, like something I sent away for. But I just didn’t think it would happen on a nondescript morning like this. But parenthood is funny like that. One moment you’re cruising along, one hand […]