I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five cars ago was not a tall man. But to a five-yea...
Every April, my school's eighth-grade class travels to Washington, D.C., for their class trip. It's a long ride from New Jersey, but it's ...
Ron was a fifteen-year-old teenager, a tenth-grade student at Granger High School. It was game day, and he was the only sophomore suiting up with the ...
Harry is every coach's dream kid: He shows up for every practice early, stays late and is enthusiastic. Harry is also every coach's nightmare:...
All my life, I've had this recurring dream that causes me to wake up feeling strange. In it, I am a little girl again, rushing about, trying to ge...
From the time each of my children started school, I packed their lunches. And in each lunch I packed, I included a note. Often written on a napkin, th...
Someone said that encouragement is simply reminding a person of the "shoulders" he's standing on, the heritage he's been given. That...
The year was 1964. The place was Chicago. A man I worked with had acquired a couple of all-leather, NFL regulation, 1963 Chicago Bears-inscribed footb...
This story took place several years ago, when our boys were about eight years old. It was the first game of the season, and the first game in which th...
I had the chance to sit down at Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego with Joe Montana before he went onto the field with the San Francisco 49ers against D...