In a June issue of The New Yorker, writer Molly McCloskey wrote about her relationship with her father, Jack McCloskey, the general manager who helped build and guide the Detroit Pistons to nine straight playoff appearances, five consecutive Eastern Conference Finals and NBA championships in 1989 and 1990. Jack McCloskey passed away in 2017, but was absent for large... Continue Reading →
A mouse on the loose!
I woke up in a sweat the other night. My pleasant sleep had turned into a scary nightmare. I dreamed that I owned a chain of pet stores. Yes, I’m not sure if that’s even a thing, but I ran a chain of pet stores up and down the East Coast. My dream was pleasant-enough... Continue Reading →
See the world
I pick up a frosty drink and take a sip. I’m lounging on the soft Caribbean sand and couldn’t be happier. Before I have time to really savor the image, a worker in a white jump suit walks up with a large classroom eraser in his hands and erases the picture from my mind. He replaces... Continue Reading →
Sweet dreams
One night I’m running up a wooded mountain. My arms are pumping, my legs are digging deep, but I’m making little to no progress. I just can’t get anywhere. I look down to see that I’m running on quicksand and, on top of that, my polka dot shorts are starting to fall down. Yea, pink... Continue Reading →

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