When I was eleven, at the height of my obsession with soccer, my parents surprised a friend and me and took us to a World Cup match to see USA vs Brazil. Twenty years later, it's still one of my favorite memories: I remember the electricity in the crowd, the exultant drumming Brazilian fans, the red white and blue clad Americans and feeling a connection to a sport I loved deeply. My days of playing soccer are long over, but there's something about watching the games that makes me feel like a kid again. Have a great weekend.
I've never been a big birthday person, at least when it comes to celebrating my own. It's always made me slightly uneasy to put so much emphasis and expectation on one day, destined to disappoint. But I've taken a different approach today, for my thirtieth. And for the first time ...read more