Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
My five inch afro bounced to the pulse of the pep band’s bass drum. I stood at center court and watched our high school’s blue bleachers slowly disappear under 2,000 fans eager to watch a high school basketball game between cross-town rivals. I did my best to appear nonchalant while I stretched - as if my stomach wasn’t the steroided rollercoaster of nerves that it was.
I watched our band teacher’s cheeks redden as his trumpet belted piercing high notes to a...
I rolled over in bed and smelled dark coffee and a cinnamon roll doused with melting frosting. I heard my three kids “sneaking” into my room with the stealth of a six legged moose. My wife wore that smile, the best one, the one that crinkles here eyes with sincerity and playfulness. Could there be a better way to start one’s birthday?
Two cards made of bright green construction paper were proudly dropped in my lap. I grabbed the first and recognized the written...