I wrote this post on November 28, 2010 about one of the toughest days of my life. ♥ When I rolled out of bed Tuesday morning, my wife Tina called me into the hallway where she was kneeling down next to…
On Thanksgiving Day 1989, I was on the verge of homelessness living in a basement room near the tracks in Worcester, Ma. Alone. Penniless. Repelling down the steep edge of hope with a loose grip. It seems like a lifetime ago. And somehow…
Saturday morning we drove to a soccer field on the other side of the planet for the first game of a weekend tournament. Our daughter Agatha, 9, has played soccer for about five years, the last two of which were…
Once there was a boy who wanted to be an astronaut. So he blew and he blew until he had a balloon large enough to carry all of his stuff. But when he loaded it up – the balloon wouldn’t…
It was a perfect late afternoon in early summer. Hope Baker was tending to a bed of yellow roses in the front of her house. In a few moments, her husband would be home and she had a special dinner…
When you wake up, you’re sleepy. You shower. Problem solved. You’re naked. You select clothes. Problem solved. You’re hungry. You eat. Problem solved. And so on. But if when the alarm goes off and you keep hitting the snooze button…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
