I don’t watch a lot of baseball. But when the World Series comes around, I watch a game or two. That way when people are talking about it in the line at Starbucks, I can say something like, “How ‘bout them Mets?” My hope is they don’t try to engage in conversation about it and […]
It was my son Hunter’s first soccer game of the season. And like most youth soccer games, the five-year-old boys, with shirts down to their knees, looked like a swarm of bees, oblivious to the coach’s instructions to “spread out.” Still, they managed to get the ball up and down the field, and all but a few ‘intense’ parents had a great Saturday morning.
One day, the coach put Hunter in as the goalie. Inexperienced at the position, he was eager to put on the special goalie outfit (complete with a brightly colored shirt and gloves). Soon he was standing there in all of his splendor. When the first ball went past him, I didn’t think much about it. After all, I’ve seen professionals miss a ball or two. After the 6th ball hit the net behind him, I began to get worried.
When the opposing team’s score hit the two-figure mark, I began to sweat. The competitive parents began whispering […]
This is the season that sons and daughters, after graduating from high school, are moving out of the house. Some are going to work, and others are going to college. But they are leaving the place that has been their home, their nest, for 18 years. A few weeks ago, my wife and I delivered […]
I used to have a phobia. Any time a warning light began to blink on the dashboard of my car, a low black cloud descended upon me and I began to sink into anxiety and depression. My mind filled with worst-case scenarios, emptying my bank account.
There was a time in my life (let’s just call it my Denial Decade) when I would put a piece of black tape over the blinking light so I wouldn’t have to deal with it.
The reason for all this anxiety was this:
I knew absolutely nothing about anything that resides under the hood of a car. (For years I thought a McPherson Strut was some kind of Irish dance.) Thus, whenever I took my car in for repairs, I had this look on my face […]
I’m not what you would call a social media pro. I am to all things social media what a flip phone is to an iPhone. While I do have a Facebook account, I rarely look at it. My colleagues at my office check it and tell me if there is something I need to know. […]
When my sons were much younger, our family took a road trip to New York City. It was a great adventure, eating our way through the city, taking in all of the predictable sights, and enjoying a couple of shows. In the middle of our trip, we took an excursion to Central Park, cycling through […]
A few nights ago, I was surfing through television channels, and I came upon a gymnastics competition and broke out into a cold sweat. Here’s why. Back in 2012, I spent way too much time watching Olympic gymnastics. I cheered at victories, got teary over the back-stories, and yelled mature things like “We were robbed!” […]
Now and then, a young couple comes to me for pre-marital counseling. Over the years, I’ve tried to come up with a few things to talk about that might be meaningful and interesting. I do this somewhat reluctantly, knowing full well they’re so ga-ga about one another, there is only a slim chance they’ll remember […]
It was our eldest son’s 21st birthday, and our family had gathered for a celebration. Before dinner, we were sitting in the living room when Hunter pulled up his sleeve, proudly displaying a motorcycle tattoo on his forearm, a gift from his roommate (who I plan to give a pony!)
In a not-so-great moment of fatherhood, I blurted out, “Please tell me that is a henna tattoo.” It was not.
I don’t do well with the sun going down early, dark cloudy days, and the lack of green. It’s also the season of my darkest hours in years past, and the reminder of it all sometimes settles in like a heavy fog. As the winter progresses, something in me always needs a sign, begs for a sign, of hope.
Now and then I’ve had the privilege of going on a caper with Bob Goff. That’s what he calls it when we do something a bit out of the ordinary. (Note: Most everything Bob does is a caper!) I’ve been with him to a meeting with 90 witchdoctors, inside the largest prison in Uganda, and way too close to some wild baboons.