The smell will linger long after the head that once laid there is gone. Maybe this is the greatest of pleasures, to be reminded of magical moments that existed in the moonlight that makes our hearts swell. Or perhaps it is the greatest of heartaches, to be reminded of the past. From smells of perfume … More Pillow Talk
I coach soccer, but I am by no means a soccer coach. For the better part of over four years, I have called parents, held practices, filled out line up cards and traveled to games. Heck, my voice is even several octaves lower due to constant yelling and re-yelling of “we are on the same … More BELIEVE
Good Morning Neighbor. Do you want to hear a story? A really great story. Oh I bet you do. I bet you want to hear a story about a man named Fred Rogers and how he changed the world. Do you remember Mr. Rogers? Fred was a wonderful man that did wonderful things for wonderful … More Where have you gone, Mr. Rogers?
I was born in 1974, the year that Barry Switzer and the University of Oklahoma won the NCAA National Championship. I suppose I was born to be a Sooner fan. As a kid a had a dog named Sooner. I pretended I ran the wishbone in backyard games. I can’t tell you how many football … More Sooner Born, Sooner Bred
Football is not war. War is ugly, and cruel, and heartless. War tears people apart, physically and emotionally, leaving behind bad memories of bad places where bad things had occurred. Football is beautiful. The lights that ring out into the night like the star of Bethlehem, drawing people from afar to pay homage to the … More Football is not war.
Dear Micheal, I hope this letter finds you alive. I don’t know if I have ever started a letter with that phrase before, but then again, I have never written a letter to someone who lives in the hellish conditions that you do. First off, you have to please know that I haven’t forgotten about … More Haiti
I’m sitting on a bench in a crowded mall and my assignment is to watch people. Not only watch, but analyze them. Notice their posture, their stance, their gait. Look at the way they swing their arms, or how they don’t. My assignment was to be a secret observer of people, and twenty four years … More The Curse of Observation
I can usually tell what is about to unfold before it actually unfolds. The conversations I am going to have with people before the conversation even starts. There is a look I get, or better, a lack of one. The fiddling with a phone or the simple motionless gaze at the ground. I know what … More The wilting of a child
Dear NCAA, Wow, you did it again and I bet you didn’t even think you were going to get caught. It was bad enough during the Women’s Basketball Tournament that you allowed such differences in the men’s and women’s facilities, you didn’t even bother to look forward and try to spot possible problems in the … More Dear NCAA
I have a theory about really bad coffee. I have a theory about John Mayer, and I have a theory about why the rain came down yesterday when it could have easily came down today. I have a theory for almost everything, but the problem with theories, is they don’t solve the problem of heartbreak.. … More Bad Coffee and John Mayer.