The mariachi band played just outside the open window, their melody drifting up and over the bustle of Faneuil Hall. Gerard and I sat in our corner office, suite 720 at 84 State Street, with sandwiches from Al’s unwrapped on the desk between us. The energy of Boston, vibrant, chaotic, alive, surged below. It was … Read more
The multipurpose room at Summit School in Ahwatukee was packed. Rows of folding chairs, parents crammed in shoulder to shoulder, the kind of crowd that fills up a gym on championship day but for graduations. The air was thick, humid, smelling like new carpet cleaner and that particular perfume-cologne-deodorant soup that happens when you cram … Read more
It was 8 a.m. and I was late. Again. I’d pedaled across campus faster than I should have, backpack bouncing against my shoulder, still tasting the coffee I hadn’t finished. The lecture hall at Arizona State was already buzzing when I got there, backpacks hitting the floor, notebooks opening, that low roar of two hundred … Read more
There’s a moment from the Peanuts comic strip that I’ve always related to: Charlie Brown gearing up to kick the football. Every time, he gives it his all, determined to finally succeed. And every time, Lucy pulls the ball away, leaving him flat on his back, staring at the sky, wondering what just happened. That’s … Read more
It’s been a while since I posted here. Long enough that I owe you an explanation, so here it is. I stepped back because I was rewriting the book. Not tweaking it, rewriting it. The Dog Story started as something I put together to hand out at speaking engagements, a self-published memoir I never expected … Read more