The start of the spring soccer season is at hand. Time to play soccer dad again, this time with a twist. My son made the challenge team this year, which means as the lucky parental units we get a re-introduction to the nomadic life. It has been about six years since we have had to spend our weekends on the soccer trail. As I sit here watching my youngest practice I look forward to the weekend games, the wins and the inevitable losses. I think that the losses are harder on me and the wife than ou...

A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfec...