Warriors Wanted

I stand on the pitch, looking downfield. Fifteen grizzled men look back at me, squinting into the sun and slapping their chests rhythmically. Their captain calls to them. They respond with a war cry, thrusting their fists skyward. We charge in response. The sound of our feet is like the rumble of a thousand cavalrymen.Continue reading “Warriors Wanted”

Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life

 “Can you breathe?”  “Yeah.”  “Then, don’t panic.” ***  I pushed through the door to my kitchen this evening, holding a sweat-soaked gi. I could barely move my shoulder, and my hand was trembling.  The kids were doing homework, and my wife was sweeping the floor.   “Your head is bleeding,” she said.  I was too fatiguedContinue reading “Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life”

The Carpenter’s Son

We were in Lowe’s for two hours today. Cedar or pressure treated?  One raised garden bed or two?  1x6x12 or 1x6x8? At one point, around forty-five minutes in, an employee came over to check on me as I stood there frowning slightly and staring up into the rafters, “Need any help?” “Hm? Oh, no manContinue reading “The Carpenter’s Son”