fire. football. feast. family.

In our continuing miniseries of what a difference a year makes, I had all of these this year.  Last year I thought I had everything but fire with my girls.  Peace was an acceptable substitute.  Then the angry texts and calls, demanding our appearance to entertain and accompany.  Forced smiles.  Joy. Hold on, because now […]

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Dear Zombie King

Disconnectedly wandering along the sidelines during football games, muttering to yourself about all “those goddamned kids on my lawn” is not, strictly speaking, “coaching.”  Tell the truth.  You’re just waiting to stick a straw into one of those concussed players.  It’s like Ensure for Zombies when their brains get all shook up and mushy. Joe […]

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