This is my story.

I was 30 years old, staring at a computer screen, working a job I hated, when I had a brilliant idea. My job was remote at the time, and my apartment complex had four tennis courts nobody ever used, so I decided to take a tennis lesson. It’s funny because tennis was never on my radar. I grew up in Queens, and at 5 foot 8 (on a good day), I thought I’d be the next Muggsy Bogues. When that didn’t happen, I eventually became a pretty decent lacrosse player.

But from the minute this lanky kid from St. John’s fed me the first forehand, I was hooked. I would hit the wall on my lunch break and then for hours after work. I hit with anyone who had a tennis racket and a pulse. Tennis transformed me into a kid again. I woke up every day just excited to be on the court and learn something new. And years later, I could honestly say I wake up with that same spirit.

I am writing about that journey, that spirit, the rawness of the world. The simple moments in life that make you feel alive. 

Having tennis is an absolute blessing in today’s world. Having something you love to do and improving on it a little every day. I am here to share that feeling through words. If you have any questions, want to hit a tennis ball with me, or want to chat about writing, feel free to hit me up!