BIG Little Brother I mentioned a few months ago that I recently visited with my brother, Aaron, in Louisiana. There are almost 11 years between us and, as you might...

Look for the Helpers After spending almost half of my career in Pittsburgh, some things were bound to rub off on me. And while I never developed much of a...

525,600 Minutes  This time last year, I was midway through day 2 of my one-way drive from Pittsburgh to Orlando. As I had made the drive a month earlier to...

BLUE-EYED SOUL My stepfather, Richard (aka “Pops”), passed away last month and I was blessed to have been able to honor him at his homegoing service. He and I weren’t...

WE CAN DO HARD THINGS I’m a proud child of the 70s. Like most 70s babies, I have endless picture albums of the years that shaped me, and, in most...

HONK, HONK! With nearly 30 years in the Y under my belt, I have had the pleasure of working directly for and supporting 40-50 unique Y community centers, camps, and...

Legacy I have a birthday coming up over the next few days, and my daughter, the ever-so-blunt inspiration of so much of what I share in these messages, came through...

No Looking Back My daughter asked me recently on the drive to school if I missed Pittsburgh. Before I had a chance to answer, she went on about telling me...

Worldwide Impact In the Y, we often say, “If you’ve seen one Y, you’ve seen ONE Y.” The fact that Y’s are not built or programmed in a cookie-cutter fashion...

Tall Guys Can’t Jump I was born in the nation’s capital but primarily raised in Lynchburg, VA. When I was nine, my mother moved us back “home” to Lynchburg, where...