I hit two years last night.I was sitting in my car, parked on the side of the street, waiting for my son to get out of a concert. There wasn’t any celebration, or…Nov 13Nov 13
On Baseball and Self-CompassionI’ve been playing sandlot baseball for the last 10 months or so, and it has been wonderful. My therapist had told me, in no uncertain…Apr 10Apr 10
On mustard seeds and mountainsMaybe faith isn’t a magic trick, but the little spark that keeps you swinging away with a pickaxeAug 12, 2023Aug 12, 2023
22 concerts in 2022, rankedWhen MLB went into a lockout in December of 2021, I went full Ross Gellar (“we were on a break!”) and bought a bunch of concert tickets. I…Dec 29, 2022Dec 29, 2022
I don’t have to tell you how heavy it feels.By now, you know the numbers. 19 children, two adults. The second-most deadly mass shooting at a K-12 school in history, trailing only the…May 27, 2022May 27, 2022
wheels down, wheel offI paused at the railroad tracks, surrounded by trash, a few blankets, and one mattress of mysterious origin. I leaned over a little to see…Jul 1, 2021Jul 1, 2021
A nihilist faith (or faithful nihilism)I don’t remember where the seed of thought came from, but it arrived fully-formed: “does meaning require permanence?”Jun 23, 20211Jun 23, 20211
skittles and baseballAfter every Little League baseball in Cleburne, Texas in the late 1980s, each player was entitled to one (1) free soda at the concession…May 8, 2021May 8, 2021
Not to bring the room down but the Irish in me has done the requisite drinking for the situation…A man who was once my best friend died last Thursday in a car accident. We hadn’t spoken in maybe three years. Maybe five. I don’t know…May 6, 2021May 6, 2021
