Writing as Mom’s eyes, ears


Mom didn’t react well to the adriamycin, or the cytoxan. This was Jan. 4, 2005, a Tuesday. My dad was carrying my mother as they slammed through the front door of our Burbank home. She was having difficulty even standing alone, and so he walked her through the house and onto the bed. This Tuesday […]

Sports fans gain from shared experiences


As I stand on the precipice of never writing another sports article, I can’t help but sense an important part of me slipping away, never to return again. It’s not that I’ve ever considered myself an actual sports journalist, more just an opinionated sports fan with patience for the writing process. Now that a mass […]