There’s a guy from Los Angeles who messaged me on a tennis app this week. He was coming to Orlando […]

This week my dog died. Brutus had been with me through a lot. Cancer. The rebuild. The long stretch of

The game wasn’t good. The team lost in four uninspiring sets. My girlfriend drove out of the gym before the

My dog Brutus died yesterday morning. He had three seizures from low blood sugar. He wasn’t going to make it

There’s a version of you that exists completely independent of what’s happening to you right now. I had to remind

Monday I played tennis on two hours of sleep. My dog Brutus — 12 years old — had been up

There’s a thing that happens when you get a diagnosis. Or when a relationship ends. Or when the job disappears,

There’s a moment nobody warns you about. It’s not the diagnosis. It’s not the hardest day of treatment. It’s not

I was serving for the set. 5-3, 40-30. Match point territory. The kind of moment you’ve been building toward for

Yesterday I lost a tennis match I should have won. I won the first set 6-0. Had match point in