Sundays are for doubleheaders.
Harper greeted me with glove and bagels in hand at church this morning and I saw him lick his glove.
“There was cream cheese on it.”
No judgment from me. During my playing days, I chewed on every lace on my ...
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Baseball
Day #48
Wilson-glove bearing Mary Ellen
“I have a twin, he’s older,
we grew up playing catch for fun”
graduate student at MSU
thesis finally complete
professional wrestler of words
baseball essayist
and Bears poet laureate
overcomer of ...
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Day #47
My first international game of catch occurred 10 minutes from my house.
As soon as Bruce stepped out of his truck, I noticed his Tigers hat and jersey and made the expected comment from a Royals fan, “Nice.”
“I grew up in England,” Bruce ...
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Day #46
After obsessing over the evening and morning news about the horrors in Florida, I pretty much had an anxiety attack dropping my daughters off at school the morning after another school shooting. I was tempted to drive around the block, sign ...
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Day #45, Part Two
“A vision is like a dream — it will disappear unless we do something with it. Do something big or do something small. But stop wondering and go on an adventure.” Simon Sinek, Together is Better
When Jamie got home from school, she changed ...
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