It is Thursday afternoon, and Centennial High School’s baseball team takes the field for fall practice, playing a game of T-ball in order to hammer out kinks in fielding and give players a little batting practice. A few eager dads trickle in to the stands to watch, hoping to soothe the longing they suffer during baseball’s interminable off-season. Varsity T-ball? Isn’t that like being a spectator at competitive bird watching? Not so for one familiar face, who hasn’t missed a handful of games since Centennial High School opened in 1993. …read more

Sometimes it just happens. Whether from being in the right place at the right time, providence, or simply an act of fate, occasionally we get an opportunity to enter someone’s circle of healing. As Rob and I left the movie theater one night a few years ago, my mood couldn’t have been more charitable. We had just seen a comedy, emptied an entire large bucket of popcorn and a bag of M&Ms, and laughed like two carefree kids. As we crossed the parking lot and contemplated our next high caloric …read more