I have a hard time with February. Don’t get me wrong, February has its good points. My mom’s birthday is in February. I love my mom dearly. My dad’s birthday was in February too, Feb. 12.
Abraham...
The smell of fresh cut grass. The ping of peppered balls off of aluminum bats. Sunflower seeds and bubble gum wrappers that line the steps of the dugouts. These are the first thoughts that come to me when...
