Sometimes things just don’t turn out like they do in your head. Case in point, the above picture. I was thinking about this for a little while and finally decided to make it. I haven’t been making much art lately. I’ve been running again… alot. I am running 1,000 miles this year. It wasn’t a hastily made decision. I started the year in my usual fashion by not drinking and running 5K everyday but when January was over I just kept going. Fitting an hour of running in everyday is pretty hard to do but I’m hanging in there. I’m already about 2/3rds of the way there. To try and stay healthy and not hurt myself I’ve been sleeping more and relaxing when I can. All that means I have not been making art.     I finally was struck with inspiration and I ran with it, see what I did there? Anyway, I had this idea but when I put it all...

  I have some weird beliefs regarding food. They are border on religious. I think one of the most important things people need is food. Looking around the world almost every culture and religion has beliefs and ideas based around food. Whether it is fasting or feasts food effects us in ways that are profound and often overlooked. When I have a friend that is hurting or in crisis the first thing I do is try to get them to eat. It doesn’t make the situation better but being hungry almost always makes situations worse. After the first two weeks of games I was finally feeling comfortable in what was needed from me for the next game. First and foremost… candy.     While the girls really started to gel as a team the previous weekend, there were still some problems. During the first game the girls were tired and a little lethargic. During the last games the girls...

  Let me start by saying I was a little hard on the head coach. He was just thrown into this, the same way I was. He really is a good player. In practices he demonstrates perfect form and he even does that thing where he seems like he’s chaotically falling when receiving a powerful serve only to have the ball slow in momentum and redirect exactly where the setter is standing. He was caught off guard by our first games the same way I was. We were both frustrated by our circumstances. Really when I wrote what I did about him, I was describing exactly how I felt, blindsided and a little clueless.     Kids are weird. Maybe it is all athletes, but all the girls were the exact same at the next practice as they had been the previous weeks. Nobody mentioned the games, wins or losses. It was a little weird for me but we just went on with things. Having a better idea of what...