Boat. Missed

I am not a fighter. I don’t confront. I’m a mild mannered person. Last Sunday, for the first time in my life, I confronted someone who is not part of my immediate family. After spending Mass with shaking hands and a racing heart, I knew that I could not let this one go. The gloves went on.

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When the World Roars: A Love Letter to Soccer

When the sun comes up each morning and I sip my coffee quietly while reading the newspaper, I see that the world is a messed up place.  People in one place are killing each other and over there another elected official has done something immoral or heinous. There is hunger, homelessness, uncontrolled fire and sadness. … Continue reading When the World Roars: A Love Letter to Soccer