Monday in Manchester: The World Just Changed Again

Every tragedy seems to carry with it that one image that becomes iconic because it gets splashed across television screens worldwide, and in newspapers from Calcutta to California. For Monday night’s terrorist attack at the Manchester Arena, at an Ariana Grande concert, of all places, the image is that of a teen-age girl being helped …

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Happy Mother’s Day To One Brave Lady

I was about an hour away from having a doctor stick a knife into me and splice open my skin when the nerves started getting the better of me. This was just about three years ago and, in the larger scheme of things, going under the knife for an umbilical hernia was rather minor surgery …

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An American Tragedy: A Fallen Star is Dead

Like every other New England Patriots fan -- well, let’s make that NFL fan, why don’t we – I woke up to the news this morning that Aaron Hernandez was dead. Hanged in his prison cell. Just like that a former star is gone. He was just 27. I knew what was coming next. As …

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Better Late Than Never: Thank You, Mr. Murphy

I was sitting at the corner of the bar minding my own business when I felt him grab my arm. "C'mon, John," Mike Murphy said in his Irish brogue. "I need you." The next thing I knew I was standing on the edge of a bar fight with two men awash in alcohol-induced machismo verbally …

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The Unwritten Bucket List Loses Another Item

Before I ever loved basketball – before I even truly knew what love was, in fact – I loved baseball. It was 1975. I was 9. And it was beautiful, even after it broke my heart. The Boston Red Sox went to the World Series that summer and captured my heart my heart while doing …

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Don’t run and hide: Join me on our bully pulpits

I was called a bully the other day. Anybody that knows me -- truly knows me -- would laugh at that as much as I did considering over the course of my life I've loved and accepted everybody that has come and gone. My only "fight" was in fourth grade with a kid named Joe …

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