36 Hours of Soccer in Orlando
A meandering reflection of my third wedding anniversary spent at stadiums with the only woman to ever fully accept my obsession with the beautiful game.
Can My 9-Month Old American Daughter Love Everton?
A women's Merseyside Derby and the hope of a soccer-obsessed father for his family.
Inheriting a Love for the Outdoors
I was 7 years old the first time I watched my dad clean a catfish. We were in the kitchen
Discovering Peace on the River
My dad told the story again in late June in Jonathan’s workshop, with saltwater, spin, and fly rods hanging
A Heavenly Fish
A short story dedicated to my friend Jonathan The fly was an olive green color, and in the grey cloudlight
My Hero, Batistuta
At some point as children, we look to heroes who provide us something our parents cannot. For me, that person was Batigol, the great Argentinian striker of the '90s.
The American Offensive
Chapter XIV The women cried when we got back from Europe. They said they missed us, but we couldn’t
This short story is inspired by the song “Elephant” by Jason Isbell. Emily’s long porcelain legs shivered in the
The Penalty Kick
A short story and a reflection on childhood imagination and World Cup finals.
The Boy in the Sand
The boys played shirtless in the rain as the wooden boats of the local fisherman headed back to shore. It