Max, back on that day in 1995 we were so happy for the little baby that you were. And here 24 years later, we’re incredibly proud of the man you have become. That tiny child we brought into...
Category - Journal
I don’t know when it was (late twenties? early thirties?) that I started forgetting my age. Sure, I had a guess, and I was always within a year one way or the other, but if I really wanted to...
Bob and Samantha, What we liked about your wedding: The ceremonial raising of the flag we all signed. So cool. The first of many firsts of the day. Choosing and keeping our glasses for the evening...
Watching you play hockey Cracking up with you over Fake Coatsy tweets Watching “Stranger Things” with you How you always ask how I’m doing on my book The incredible job...
I wrote this right after a Flyers playoff game. They lost on “Honor Ed Snider” night, and a few knuckleheads through the giveaway light-up bracelets after the game. It was yet another...
Written on Max’s 18th Adoption Day It was eighteen years ago when mom and I took the short drive from Whitehall into Allentown and into the parking lot of the Catholic Social Agency. The...
The beginning. It is time to move forward with a plan that gets me results by the end of the year. Briefly, it means that I spend time — preferably and hour a day first thing in the morning...