FEVER PITCH

Top 9, 2 outs, 2 strikes, 2 outs. My daughter sat on my lap, and we chanted "Let's Go Mets," hoping against hope. Curtis Grandson sent the next pitch over the right-center field wall to tie the game, and I erupted with joy. Shea, my 9 month-old daughter, was a bit confused at first. I... Continue Reading →

HANDS

In anticipation of Father's Day this Sunday, I am sharing a series of reflections on my new journey of fatherhood. This reflection was written in late January 2017.   These little fingers, only 16 weeks old. Grasping on to my one finger, just a tad older at 1,913 weeks. This small hand, grasping on with... Continue Reading →

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