I love the game of baseball. Other than enjoying golf as a kid, baseball was the sport I remember from childhood. Warm summer evenings would be spent going to watch the Mariners in Seattle. The only bummer being, we would walk inside the Kingdom to watch them play a game known for being played in … More The Batting Cage
I had a good idea of what was going to happen. Time had been spent the previous day, getting the camera ready. We were planning on doing some filming. FM sports has been the gym, where I have been training. The gym is not only a strength training facility, but also a baseball facility. The … More Anxious On a Gym Morning
There was a time in my life when I lived behind drawn blinds. Living in a townhouse in the small town of Duvall. Located about forty-five minutes to the southeast of Seattle, the city of Duvall is a quiet suburb. When searching for a place to purchase a first home, I wanted something a little … More Behind the Blinds
The overarching goal has been to reach thirty days of being completely clean. When I say completely clean, I’m talking about no self-gratification for thirty consecutive days. I use the term self-gratification instead of using the term masturbation. Halting my episodes of self-gratification remains the final piece of completely moving out of sexual dysfunction. A … More Just One Day
The ability to hold a container is probably something you don’t spend time thinking about. When looking for a drink to quench thirst. The container that drink comes in probably doesn’t matter much. With cerebral palsy, it feels pretty clear, the world wasn’t created for me to move through easily. Most everything people come into … More Two-Handed Drinking
A tradition which has developed over the years. Taking the Ferry back from playing golf at McCormick Woods. I have been on many ferries in my lifetime. Living in the state of Washington, which operates the largest ferry system in the United States. Just thought I would provide a little fun fact about our ferry … More A Homeward Bound Ferry
The drive to the golf course would take over an hour. Through Tacoma and out onto the Peninsula. The small town of Port Orchard, the city of a tree lined course. A place I have played a dozen time throughout my years. The afternoon was going to be warm, somewhere in the lower eighties. Without … More McCormick Woods
A Journey With Cerebral Palsy 