Summer runs out the way a centerfielder runs out of real estate - slowly at first, then all at once.

Hockey belongs to the Cartoon Network, where a person can be pancaked by an ACME anvil, then expanded - accordion-style - back to full stature, without any lasting side effect.

Moms are as relenless as the tides. They don't just drive as to practice, they drive us to greatness

By the age of 18, the average American has witnessed 200,000 acts of violence on television, most of them occurring during Game 1 of an NHL playoff series.

I never learned the secret handshake. That may be one of the reasons I've grown to love English soccer.

Happy 110th birthday to Frank Zamboni, who left us in 1988 but still resurfaces periodically.

You can be writing every day. When you go on a road trip, the trip itself becomes part of the story.

I had almost nothing published until I had something published in Sports Illustrated. I started there as a fact-checker two weeks after I got out of college and was there for almost 20 years.

As life speeds by, nostalgia has a shorter pregnancy. Games still in progress are given the straight-to-sepia status of "Instant Classics" no matter how oxymoronic that phrase appears.

Great people don’t only know what to say

History and beauty lie in the baroque wrinkles of old cathedrals. mosques, synagogues, temples and faces whose stories are told without a single word.

Christmas and the holidays are the season of giving. It's a time when people are more kind and open-hearted.

No one is strong enough  -  given the magnitude of the task, everyone has to step up their game.

To shed the past, forget the future and fall into the moment feet first.

Cluster together like stars!

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

I really had no idea when I pitched the series that it would lead to so much fun and so much connecting with kids and moms.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.