Life 3.0

Happy New Year!! I really wanted to end the year with a review of the many wonderful and exciting things I have done or experienced over the past 365 crazy days. I had a list of books I had read, movies I had watched, places I have traveled and new experiences that I was part … More Life 3.0

Humans being humans

The girl was like the old blues tune being played in the background of the little coffee shop, beautiful in its delivery, but sad in its meaning. She wore denim pants and a plaid shirt, fitting for the cool weather that was outside the shop, but her face…her face was sad, much more sad than … More Humans being humans

Pillow Talk

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

BELIEVE

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

Football is not war.

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.

Haiti

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

The Curse of Observation

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