With pro soccer returning to Knoxville in May 2022, I've agreed to serve as chronicler of the club's story.
On writing as an art form inspired by great works such as Mexican folk singer Silvana Estrada's performance of "Si Me Matan."
Never before translated into English, I present to you Hernán Casciari's essay, "Letter to Maradona," published in 2004.
My English translation of a popular essay published in June 2012 by the Argentinian writer Hernán Casciari.
When you force yourself to shut out the noise of the world, you may realize there is a lot to be grateful for.
If I die today, what will my young children have to know how much I loved them? A young father's death moved me to write them these letters.
Reflecting on my five days on the Spring River, I realize why I didn't write this story earlier: the fishing was only part of the joy of the trip.
What happens when even small things go wrong unexpectedly, and how I'm teaching myself to respond.
A poem I wrote for my wife about the days leading up to our first date.
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.
The world's greatest soccer player and the power of memories.
It's easy to think we're fundamentally different from our families. Listen to their stories, and you may find out you aren't that different at all.
We say, "One person's trash is another person's treasure." I'm learning that ordinary stories are often the most powerful. You just have to pay attention.
As the road to my dreams became more choked with obstacles, I abandoned it. I am fighting now to get my imagination back.
A look back at my story on soccer culture in Knoxville, Tennessee in 2015.
They say a picture's worth a thousands words. I'll take the words.
A decade ago today I graduated college. My life looks nothing like I had imagined it. And that's okay.
Our friends lists are filled with people we haven't spoken to in years. Why do we find it so hard to let go?
I spent a year reviewing films in my DVD collection. It didn't make me a penny. But, it helped me remember what I love about movies.
Don't rely on impersonal Hallmark cards to tell someone you care about them.
Observations made during a drive through Alabama to the Florida panhandle.
A poem about my first visit to Dollywood with my wife.
Choose to create—not for a client, a business, an audience—but because it's what you were made to do.
My paintbrushes are harmonies and stanzas moving gently across blank canvases dripping words, bright colors, painting all the ways I kiss you. On mountaintops, I push close to feel your warmth and brush my lips across your quivering nose. On sunset walks, I grip your hand and kiss you tenderly,
A women's Merseyside Derby and the hope of a soccer-obsessed father for his family.
An essay I wrote for Latino Outdoors about learning to hunt and fish from my father.
An essay I wrote for Tenkara Angler about learning to fly fish.
A short story I wrote for my friend Jonathan after a trip to the Watauga River to fish for trout.
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.
Initially written for an American literature course I took my senior year of college, this short story is meant to complement the stories in Ernest Hemingway's collection In Our Time.
A short story Inspired by the song “Elephant” by Jason Isbell.
A poem I wrote while watching my wife play adult league soccer.
A poem I wrote for my wife in 2017 when we were newly dating and I was on a trip with friends to Las Terrenas, Dominican Republic
A love poem about my wife for the springtime.
A short story and a reflection on childhood imagination and World Cup finals.
He lay there holding her. It had been hours on a rainy Sunday afternoon in February, and as the hours passed so did the sunlight that peaked through the cracks of the blinds in their bedroom. He did not move from his spot beside her even as darkness filled the
A poem about my dad and the time we spent kicking soccer balls in the park behind my parents' house in New Jersey.
A short story I wrote after visiting the Dominican Republic to see a close friend.
A short story about a fictionalized first date based on a very awkward encounter at a bar.