A few weeks ago, a woman asked me for advice about her teenage daughter. “She wants to be a writer,” the mother said. “What…
It’s a small world
I am a child from a broken home. I never had the childhood that my peers had. I never went fishing with my father, baked cookies with my mother, or enjoyed a Christmas without having to run to my room and hide under my bed until my father stormed out of the house and…
Writing is hard.
It’s an obvious statement, but it’s something I’m coming to terms with now, outside the umbrella of…
The Golden Team of 1950's Hungary. The total football of 1970's Netherlands. The creative brilliance of 1982 Brazil. These teams produced some of the best soccer the world has ever seen. And yet, the World Cup belongs to…
Living is a continual metamorphosis. Everything is change; everything is relative. — The Human Race is Not Yet Free…
You never know when you’re going to get the look. You might know it’s coming. You might have been expecting it a long time. But the fundamental…