Bill FirmanNo one ever hit a baseball farther than my father.Wherever there was a field, my father wanted to play. Now he can. Forever.Apr 16, 20201Apr 16, 20201
Bill FirmanMourning John Lennon and the Myth About Grown UpsEvery year on December 8, I remember John Lennon because I love his work and feel sad that his life was cut short. But I’m also mourning…Dec 12, 2019Dec 12, 2019
Bill FirmanRemembering Elvis (Or, Mrs. Smith’s Long Week)It was 42 years ago today — early in the evening — that Mrs. Smith took to her room after crying out, quickly calling her mother and…Aug 16, 2019Aug 16, 2019
Bill FirmanWhat’s Inside the Box? Probably Not What You Were Expecting.If you haven’t seen the commercial with the happy, upbeat box telling you about Cologuard, then you really should see it before reading on…Aug 6, 2019Aug 6, 2019
Bill FirmanSlow and Steady: My Race Against DepressionAt 15, I knew He would eventually get me.Jul 12, 20191Jul 12, 20191
Bill FirmanMessage ReceivedThe storms knocked down the tree I wrote about in Tree of Life.May 30, 2019May 30, 2019
Bill FirmanDead Man’s ClosetI never thought I would have my own Dead Man’s Closet. Not while I was still alive, anyway.May 26, 20191May 26, 20191
Bill FirmanKate Smith DisappearsThis post isn’t really about Kate Smith. It’s about memory. It’s about family. It’s about disappearing.May 22, 20192May 22, 20192
Bill FirmanI Love You Too, Grandpop.This post is probably my most personal. Life since I wrote it makes it more so and always brings a flow of tears — not just missing…May 16, 2019May 16, 2019