To Be Held

It was the fact that he wasn’t wearing shirt or shoes that first caught my attention, not the fact that he held something in his arms.

After all, it’s not often you see a man walking the neighborhood barely dressed.

Moments before I’d left the end-of-the-season baseball party for my son and his teammates at a local school play yard. For two hours, we’d played a rambunctious, hilarious, and definitely NOT professional baseball game, parents against kids. It was full of laughter and base stealin...