Remember protesting bedtime? As a kid, I fought my parents on every insistence that I just go to sleep. Though it was literally critical for my health (I got massive migraines as a child when I didn't get enough rest), the prospect of shutting off the lights and closing my eyes when there was so … Continue reading My Childish Sleeping Habits
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I’m going to care about baseball this season.
I mean it. It's something I tell myself every year. This is going to be the year that I pay attention to the MLB. I'm going to invest time in watching games on TV. I'm going to know my team's lineup like the back of my hand. I'm going to memorize stats and patterns and dig into the … Continue reading I’m going to care about baseball this season.
A Child’s Sense of Reality
The first house I ever lived in was a blue, two-story home on a cul-de-sac in Colorado Springs. Everything about that place is gigantic in my memory. The staircase from which I used to wave goodbye to my dad when he left for work stretched for miles. The backyard I sled down in the winter … Continue reading A Child’s Sense of Reality