Who we’d go back in time to hug, in 6 words

Behold, the hug. Is anything in the universe as potentially awkward and comforting as the hug? Humans (or many mammals) have the innate ability to express love or like, congratulations or condolences by simply opening their arms and pressing together their bodies. I compile a monthly post called 6 Words. Ernest Hemingway inspired it when…

Behind The Scenes Of My Big Beautiful Eclipse Day

My schedule eclipsed my ability to write about the eclipse. The experience though. It began in line before 6 a.m. in a Shoney’s parking lot. It ended with lots of thoughts and yet no time to write about them. It took equal parts cunning and patience to even get my hands on eclipse glasses for…

#AtoZChallenge: U is for Unconventional Loves

I’d wanted to write, during this A to Z Challenge, about my girls’ stuffed animals. All three have one that has meant something to them over the years. Haven’t we all? I had a stuffed dog I found in a park when I was a boy. I named him … boy. I loved him until…

#AtoZChallenge: E is for Eight Things I’ve Left Behind

If only it was only eight. It’s eight – times something. Eighty? Eight thousand? Eighty-eight thousand? That depends on if you count car keys and wallet as two things, left behind regularly, or one for every time. I wouldn’t want to do that math. If God had a cosmic lost-and-found bin, even The Great I…

Would You Slather on Beard Balm? Here’s What Happened When I Did

I’ve grown some things in my time. Three girls. A blog following. Up, kind of. I’ve grown a sometimes-unruly mop of hair, eyes on potatoes, and a ragtag soccer team or three. Growing, though, isn’t always a slam-dunk. I’ve grown restless, I’ve grown weary, I’ve also grown impatient now and again. Maybe, if I had…

I Nearly Gave Up On Santa. Here’s What Happened Next

I can’t even blame Christmas. Would it shock you to hear that even though my blog has collected moss like a molasses-slow manatee, I feel more on top of my game than ever? I feel a better grip on my carry-on? I do. I have faith that this wresting back of control will lead me…

#GirlsRock: An Interview with Crossfit Trainer Dana Mather

In all of the uniform fitting nights for all of the soccer clubs in America … she walked into the uniform fitting for the soccer club I’d been coaching for. She’s Dana Mather, Crossfit trainer. That night, though, she was Dana Mather, matchmaker. As her sons tried on the club’s new kits, we talked soccer….

#AtoZChallenge: W is for What the Hell is This??

Part of the net gain we parents get from having kids is the comedic return. You know. When they do or say something so abhorrently inappropriate you want to blog about it. (Or send it to Readers Digest, depending on your generation.) Thing is, I’ve told my kids I wouldn’t. Well, mostly. There was the…

#AtoZChallenge: P is for Pacheco (Plus Random Thoughts on Names)

My name and I made one bettor some green one Super Bowl Sunday. I worked at the Hilton for Super Bowl XLII, between the yet unbeaten New England Patriots and New York Giants in 2008. A boisterous man, upon check-in, clapped his meaty hands together – Gator style, although I don’t know where he matriculated…