Growing up across from a ball diamond, in a middle class home with a brother and two parents that loved their boys more than they loved each other. Realized that all I ever needed was ball, a glove and a cadre of friends.

I was nerd, but I could hit. I made friends, but I could field. Perhaps a Jewish Richie Cunningham (With a sense of Humor)?

Then life happened. Go figure. Still, through marriage, children, divorce, deaths, recovery and true love. I not only survived — But I thrived!

These tales weave together a lifetime of heartfelt memories that climb to but one conclusion: that true happiness can’t be bought. It comes from within.

This is my story about the friends, family and wondrous bounces that gifted my journey.