My son graduated high school yesterday. Although it was 13 years ago I still vividly remember his first day of school. Here stood this sweet, little boy with his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack, ready to take on the world. His world, at the time, was no further than our reach but to him, it…
Glorious days in the sun I write incessantly about my children and the game of football. From all perception, it consumes us and is the forefront in everything we do. In many ways that is true but I believe it would be the case with any endeavor they attempt. Although we have immersed ourselves in…
My son has met his closest and best friends from his team. Among those boys are four whom he has created a strong bond. They were as thick as thieves. Wherever you looked on the football field you could always find them together. His loyalty to these boys is unwavering. They all will attend different…
His name may not be etched on any plaque nor printed in any article. His picture may not be hung on any of the walls or highlighted on any Friday night broadcast but make no mistake, he has left a mark deeper than any engraving and a story more telling than any sportscaster could report….
We watched “Friday Night Lights” and “When the game stands tall” last night. My oldest watched the latter with us. I was in a football movie mood, I guess and watching it with my son was a nice treat. (BTW he was not impressed and believes Cedar Park could beat both DLS and LB Poly)….
I have always believed we will live forever. I refuse to believe we are nothing but the hollow result of a series of great coincidences and fortunate events. I cannot fathom that the meaning of life is the revelation of the natural world through reason and that our morality and values are an evolutionary response…
My grandmother was born Madeline Simone in New York in 1924. She was a first generation Italian American and English was her second language, like most immigrants. She stood 4ft nothing as sweet as a saint and as staunch as one too. Like all the women in the household during her day she cooked but…
This is the time I have dreaded for years, my youngest son’s last youth football game is over. This means youth football is not only over for him but for us as a family. I know on the grand scheme of things it is not very significant and he has more years of football left…
Oh my God I thank you for this morning. Every day is a blessing and we are reminded of that through your daily Grace. We will never truly identify and appreciate all of the wonder you present to us during our day, even at times when our days seem to be wrought with strife but…
We are the wholesale distributors of advice to our kids. It is a right, an obligation, a duty and to be honest, it is just fun to bs the younger generation when they still they believe every word we say, before becoming jaded and cynical. Please allow me to pass some advice I have told…
