Sunday, August 23, 2015


Dear Human: 
You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love.
Messy love.
Sweaty love.
Crazy love.
Broken love.
Whole love.
Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human.
Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.”
~ Courtney A. Walsh ~

brian and I celebrated.
thirty years of.
universal love.
messy love.
sweaty love.
crazy love.
broken love.
whole love.
on monday.
oh my gosh.
life is good.
here's to living in the moment.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

Sunday, August 16, 2015


From the Playwright

Ernie Harwell was a treasure- as a broadcaster, as a man, and as a friend. we know each other for a quarter of a century. in the last year of his life he asked about doing a play on his extraordinary career. we had barely hatched the idea when he grew too ill to spend more time on it.
after his death, i began to review his 60-plus years in baseball and realized his story was too rich to be left in a drawer.

i have been honored and humbled to help create something that might stand as a legacy to 
The Voice of Summer.
i once wrote that if baseball could talk it would sound like Ernie Harwell. I hope audiences will find the splendid game - and the even more splendid man- on the stage of this production.
mitch albom

we sat.
with others.
in the
and watched the life of a man.
his life described with words.
simple words.
words that spark memories.
words that make tears run down your cheek.
words when put together like this.
"He stood there like the house by the side of the road, and watched it go by."
that when you hear them.
will make you smile.
and you will remember.
why life is good.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

Sunday, August 2, 2015


Once, there was a girl & a boy who wanted to change the world & at first, they thought it’d be easy, because if everyone could see how beautiful it’d be, it’d take about a minute, but all the people they talked to were too busy to stop & listen. So, they went off & did beautiful things all on their own & pretty soon people were stopping & asking if they could come along & do that, too & that’s how they figured out how worlds change.

welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.