This Mother’s Day, I am in awe… I am in awe of my Mom Mary who taught me that before I can love others, I need to be able to take care of myself, to be an independent thinker, to be able to make the hard calls on my own, if needed. My Mom learned … Continue reading »
Spring is almost here and I’ve got that bug to clean up and clean out in my house. As I look around my sons’ rooms, I can’t help but notice the plethora of trophies and ribbons both have cluttering their shelves, closets, drawers and bookcases. I’m not bragging. I’m just making an observation. Of course … Continue reading »
Last weekend, I took my son to a three-day swim competition. Because of the distance, we stayed in a hotel. He’s been swimming competitively since he was eight, so we’ve done this type of trip many times before. But this time is different. Now he is taller than me. He has five armpit hairs, and … Continue reading »
For the first time in eight years, neither of my boys will play baseball in the spring. This fact leaves me feeling some regret, but mostly relief. You see, we are a baseball family. We love baseball. We cheer for our team in good times and in bad (and because we’re Yankees fans, it is … Continue reading »
Thirty-four years ago this week, my Dad died suddenly from a heart attack, just days before his 38th birthday. So when February rolls around and I dig into my personal bag of chocolate hearts, I can’t help but think about the other hearts – our real, beating, fragile hearts. In my early thirties, I was diagnosed … Continue reading »
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explorations of mindful fatherhood
