The Skin In The Game

Much of my childhood was spent picking gravel out of the scabs that were my elbows and knees. This was primarily due to the fact that I approached every physical challenge with an infinite amount of zeal and exactly zero amount of exit strategies.Read more

I Love Watching You Play

“Come on” the voice said from the stands. “You can play better than that.” The little girl on the volleyball court was only ten or eleven, and the voice in the bleachers belonged to her overtly disappointed father. It was obvious to everyone in the gym that his daughter – now fighting back tears of shame – was letting him down. Read more