Once, I cried at a baseball game. It was dark, so no one probably even knew. By some sort of twist in the interpretation of a rule…or...

It was hard to discern where the brilliant blue sky became the ocean’s choppy waves, where the hope looked more like fear. From his...

“Don’t let anyone say that it’s just a game…” A friend mentioned that in just a few weeks, it will be time for pitchers and catchers to...

My mom sent a photo. It’s hard even to think of my parents as senior citizens, though I am nearly one myself. The image shows...

My nine-year-old and a couple of his buddies were loading into our car after baseball practice. Before I had started the engine, he...

“Yesterday, a child came out to wonder”. The voice in my head pleaded, “Don’t cry…don’t cry…don’t cry on your way to the post office.” I...

She wanted to know what she should bake; she was taking suggestions via Facebook.  My friend Chrissy is a self-proclaimed therapeutic...

The eventuality of the last game of the regular baseball season stirs me at a primal level, to some sort of overwhelming sadness, knowing...