Train to Paradise Banks

Train Girl. His morning muse. Each time that spellbinding brown-eyed smile entered his thoughts, he drifted back to those transient but lasting human exchanges. It was just a smile , but it was everything for a man longing for even a modest gesture of fondness among the silent resentment that otherwise filled his days.

Hidden Beneath

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

You’re a Writer

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

The Worth in Our Life Stories

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

Fear of the Unknown

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

Hate is a Strong Word

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

What’s Next?

There will always be aspects of our jobs or days when for whatever reason, the love for your role is not there, but what is the line between a few bad days, and there aren't enough vacation and sick days in a year to get me through the next 365?

Children of the Rink

A week old Saturday paper sat on my living room chair. It had been a really busy week at work and I just didn't have the chance to sit and read through it. I was about to just toss it into the recycling,  but the image of a young hockey player poised for greatness on... Continue Reading →

Icing Anxiety

In the continuing saga of anxiety versus hockey, 5 feet still separates my daughter Abby from the freedom that exists beyond the fire-breathing dragon that towers in the doorway between the arena hallway, and the mystic frozen battleground. No amount of talking, reasoning, advice, our own lived anxiety examples, whether from loved ones, strangers, coaches,... Continue Reading →

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