Summer Reading 2017

Need a good read to round out your summer?  Here’s my list (so far):

A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman

This one has been in my Kindle queue for such a long time.  Not sure why I hesitated to jump in.  First off, I absolutely love deep, invested character development.  Think: Olive Kittridge or The Mayfairs.  This did not disappoint.  The man, Ove, and his neighbors are real, gritty, flawed and wonderful.

The Woman in Cabin 10, Ruth Ware

Strange story, this one.  Left me thinking, Ya right.  I can suspend belief as well as the next guy but this was a hurried wrap up that left me feeling let down.  Such a good start too.

A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles

I think Kindle suggested this one to me.  Score!  Another example of stellar character development.  And an historic time and place that I know little about.  Epic feeling despite being situated in a hotel for the duration of the story.  Very satisfying.

Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi

Instead of struggling to keep all the characters straight, I just went with it, allowing the flow of the story to carry me.  It worked.  From the start to today.  From Africa and back again.  I’m glad I chose this tale.

Britt-Marie was Here, Fredrik Backman

Had to go back for more!  After telling a friend how much I enjoyed A Man Called Ove, she recommended Britt-Marie.  Wow.  Even better!  Britt-Marie, like Ove, is surrounded by memorable people.  But such distinct stories, I may try on another Backman book before summer’s end.

The Underground Railroad, Colson Whitehead

A recommendation from a friend, “You must read it.  We can’t avoid it because it’s hard.”  Very true.  And I’m thankful I heeded her advice.  I absolutely devoured this one.  And the hard parts, the cruel parts were written concisely, with a hint rather than a heavy hand.  Effective.  Almost more so in this way.

The Queen of the Night, Alexander Chee

A story of a unique voice, opera, and manipulation.  Fun is not the word.  Compelling, complicated and interesting.  Past and present collide along with memories and objects.  A good summer choice for diversion and intrigue.

The Orphan’s Tale, Pam Jenoff

A circus story.  A story of German occupation.  A story of hiding.  A story of love.  I think Kindle said, “For people who liked Water for Elephants.”  Not sure other than circus is the common thread.  Not as satisfying as I’d hoped.  A quick read.

Rules of Civility, Amor Towles

So if I like a book well enough, I’ll take the author up again on another title.  Just like A Gentleman in Moscow, this was AWESOME!  Not only is character is gift but sense of place as well.  Two days… that good.  I may try another Towles.

Hope your summer reading is as satisfying as mine.  Notice no work related reading?  Take this summer off.  Don’t worry, I’ve got a stack waiting for me but not until school starts again.  I promised myself I’d take this summer totally off.  Haven’t done that before.  Works for me.  What should I read next?


The Power of a Coach #jacob

I’ve had the pleasure of watching my son interact with a phenomenal coach starting with the regular 2016 little league season and continuing through our last two All-Star seasons.  Never having experienced organized sport’s coaching myself, I avoid being overly critical of these hard working, volunteer coaches.  I inherently understand the value of a good coach but not the specifics or the complexity of that relationship.

Through my son, I am understanding.  And my heart is full to bursting.

Trust comes first.  Trust that the athlete is taken care of physically.  Working kids too hard is unacceptable.  Trust that the athlete is taken care of emotionally.  We’re talking about kids.  Pre-adolescent boys who get distracted, can be overly boastful, forget things, act goofy, hide their emotions and sometimes cry.  It’s a complicated time.  Trust that the adult understands the sport, understands the 12-year old version of the sport and understands how to get the best out of these young men.

Love comes next.  Love for kids (even the goofy, forgetful ones).  Love for the game.  Love for the ups and the downs of competition.  I know that tough love has a place here somewhere but even through the difficult parts of coaching, your outward expression is about confidence in your athletes, believing in them and then turning that page and moving forward.

Here’s where things get unique for my son and this coaching journey I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing.  He would walk on water for this coach.  He looks to this man first when he finishes an inning, he checks in with this adult first upon arriving at practice, he looks forward to seeing him most over teammates and fans.  And when this particular coach isn’t there, he’s in Jacob’s ear.  His impact is profound.

And what of his other coaches?  Wonderful human beings.  Lovely, knowledgeable, caring adults–all three.  I would choose this trio of coaches for every kid.  But there’s a unique bond for my son with this one individual.

Connection is the third part.  Whatever conversation, joke, experience forged this bond, I am thankful.  And more importantly, I wish this connection for every kid, for every activity through their life.  I’m deeply invested in our local Mentoring nonprofit and I believe this is what we hope to orchestrate through our Mentoring matches.  It often works but sometimes does not.  We want every child to have a quality adult who shows up, listens and believes in that child.  Parents do this.  But there’s something else going on when it’s not a relative.  It’s a choice, not an obligation.

Belief is the final piece.  Belief in Jacob’s ability even when Jacob doesn’t feel it himself.  Belief that he can fulfill his role on the team when he’s in his worst slump.  When’s the last time someone said, “I believe in you.”  I can’t recall a time.  Jacob has the benefit of this constant, heartfelt, realistic vote of confidence.  And as much as I love my son and see his athletic ability, I don’t have the same power to build him up.  It’s different.

So coaching matters.   I understand more fully now and have loved watching it happen.  We had our final loss of Jacob’s little league career last night.  I was devastated.  It means we’re turning a page.  My heart is heavy.  But even as Jacob was pitching his final inning, when he needed confidence, I watched him mimic his coach’s wide spread arms and deep breath.  In unison.  Set.  Ready.

And after the game, after the clapping and tears and hugs…. his coach found him in the parking lot.  “Hold your head high,” he said.  And Jacob did.


Thank you, Darrin.  Photo credit: Dwight Sugioka