Category: Helping Who You Care About
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The Experience of Art
Once, a number of years ago, a young woman I knew vaguely through a mutual friend told me that, for her, art always soured after explanation.
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Attempts (poem)
I must’ve been difficult to handle alone. My kind of trouble makes bones of bodies, sand of bones.
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What One Player-Coach Conversation Taught Me about Transformations, the Uses (and Limits) of Frustration, and When to Let Go of (Some) Authority.
I called the player over after practice had ended. “Do we have a problem?” I asked him. “Do you want brutal honesty?” I said yes, I did. He looked at the empty field, the sky, the fenced horse pasture beyond. Then he started talking.
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Informal Musings on Gift-Giving, Coaching, Teaching, Beating Yourself Up, and Personal Growth
Here’s a story I started writing about a month ago about my wife and tee-shirts. We’re out back on the patio, doing coffee. There’s a breeze cutting the heat of the sun, which keeps slipping out from behind some shuffling cumulus cloud cover. “I think crushed sounds better than broke,” she says.
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The Now
I was standing on a high school soccer field the other night. A storm front had just rolled past; the air had cooled in its wake. But we never saw a drop of rain. The lights over the field began to glow just as the sky opened to a sunset of oranges, pale blues, and…
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An Open Letter to My Brother
Bro, About the beer can I tossed you: man, I should have made a better throw of it. The minute I saw it go under I felt something in me sink.
Patrick Faller 