There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.

I was bred as an outcast, part Negro and part Seminole, in my early years raised as an Indian.

Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.

Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor's mailbox.

Life is one big transition.

It's supposed to be fun, the man says 'Play Ball' not 'Work Ball' you know.

I've always been a slave to my heart.