I was one of those 90’s parents, conditioned to believing you could never give a child enough love. And because I had so many challenges bringing baby Kate into the world, when she finally arrived, I spent the first 12 years of her life doing everything I possibly could to shower her with affection, protect her from harm, and over-function to the point of peril for us both. It all came to light...
Four years, 77 pounds, stolen website rights, and no lesson learned gently, Thank You Kleinman is back, pushing boundaries and kicking curiosity’s tires again. To the audience who found me relatable and relevant enough to miss, it was your encouragement that helped me press through a troubled relationship with technology, arriving back here on the page where my voice is best heard and feels so at...
If I push like I’m Mean Joe Greene, every cell aligned, every breath funneled into that final energetic burst, I can get this kid out of me and have that turkey sandwich I’ve put off the entire day. Yeah, I know it isn’t your conventional Lamaze focal point, but I am hungry and the sooner I deliver her, the sooner I can satisfy my inner Ethiopian.
There are millions of people who will tell you football is all about family, a gritty legacy that’s been passed down through even the most skeptical generations, but for me, football has always been about hope and possibility. It has to be. I am an Eagles fan, and we were waiting until next year since 1960. I am also the daughter of that guy who centered the ball so perfectly, season after season...
Atlanta Rhythm Section (ARS) was the maiden 8-track I launched on the cutting edge Sony system my parents gave me, Christmas, 1970. Bright red case before the grey Bad Company albums and I was well on my way to becoming the ten-year-old DJ I longed to be when I would stay up late on New Year’s Eve and write down the top 100, song and artist, no holes. Creedence Clearwater revival helped me...
A colleague once said,
“Never trust anyone,”
And his words swallowed me
The way the Delaware did
When I was 5 and nearly drowned.
Start by asking each other some simple questions
Like where are your souls at rest and what is it that hurts?
Then go to those places
I am the morning
mist that coaxes
exclamation from the sleepy
world we exit questioning.
What to do next?
I don’t know what it is about them
That awakens once listless desires to cross
Like a marathon runner ...