Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I walked across the parking lot, straightening my tie as I walked, the pages of my notebook flying up in the air with each step. I was late for my meeting with my boss, the college president. I had been on the phone with a consulting firm and the large-scale web and video campaign that... Continue Reading →
One sports journalist called Pedro Gomez “a good guy.” Another described how the news reports of Gomez’s untimely death ruined his Super Bowl Sunday. Another reporter, Howard Bryant, told the story of filling in for the regular beat writer while at the Oakland Tribune, when Oakland A's manager Tony LaRussa went off on a tirade... Continue Reading →
We couldn’t have been in our new house for more than a few weeks. My wife was seven months pregnant with our first child and I was working round the clock trying to put up wall paper and finish the baby’s room. I was working long hours during the day and then rushing home in... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I was full of questions. I’m sure I was pretty annoying. My mother says I started at a young age and I've never really stopped being curious. You know the type of questions I’m talking about, why is the sky blue? Which came first the chicken or the egg? I... Continue Reading →
I turned to look behind me. The coast was clear. No one was following my car. I looked again. In my rearview mirror, I noticed a suspicious-looking driver in a white truck. I was able to see that he wore his baseball cap low and had dark sunglasses. I wondered if he wore the outfit... Continue Reading →
First came the little old man who lived up the street and always liked to question why the milk and bread and everything else for that matter were so expensive. He'd hold up a loaf of bread and ask out loud if I thought the bread was worth whatever the grocery store was charging. I'd... Continue Reading →
The talk in the car came rapid-fire. One minute my daughter would spit back the GPS directions on her phone, yelling for me to turn right or left, the next minute, my wife, her face scrunched close to her phone looking at apartment complexes, would ask my daughter if she had checked out an apartment... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my mother gave me lots of room for trial and error. As long as I worked hard in school and did my chores, she let me to my own devices. She wouldn’t hound me about the music I listened to or about staying up late. She understood that I needed... Continue Reading →
While I dug into my bag to find my reporter's notebook and pen, he poured me a glass of sweet tea. We sat at his kitchen table and he couldn’t have been nicer. I had called him for help with my story and he suggested that since he had the day off from work, I... Continue Reading →
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