Making It Home: Life Lessons from a Season of Little League
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Last update: 11-27-2024
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"This is a story about a team that becomes a family and a family that becomes a team. . . a wonderful book ."—Cal Ripken, Jr.
"A MUST READ!"—USA TODAY (ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF 2023)
An achingly heartfelt and surprisingly funny memoir about family, grief, and moving forward.
When her brother dies from cancer, and then her mother just four months later, Teresa Strasser has no one to mourn with but her irresponsible, cantankerous, trailerpark-dwelling father. He claims not to remember her chaotic childhood, but he’s a devoted grandpa, so as her son embarks on his first season pitching in Little League, Teresa and Nelson form a grief group of two in beach chairs lined up behind the first base line.
There are no therapeutically trained facilitators and no rules other than those dictated by the Little League of America, and the human heart. For Teresa and her father, the stages of grief are the draft, the regular season, and the playoffs. One season of baseball becomes the framework for a memoir about family, loss, and the fundamentals of baseball and life. They cheer, talk smack about other teams, scream at each other in the parking lot, and care way too much about Little League.
Making It Home is a bracingly honest journey through grief, self-doubt, and anxiety armed with humor and optimism. After all, America’s pastime may be just a game, but it always leaves room for redemption, even at the bottom of the lineup.
Top reviews from the United States
The way the trials and tribulations of her father- daughter relationship play out on the page is so engaging that I couldn’t help but push through chapters quickly.
Grief is such a varied experience, and Teresa captures her father’s and her own grief in such a masterful and powerful way!
Read this book! You will be glad you did!
I love this book and will end up rereading a few times over the years. Thanks Teresa, for sharing your life.
This is a real page-turner and a perfect gift for anyone in your life that enjoys reading, baseball, humorous memoirs about specific events and even baseball hating griefers too.
Second off, I'm exhausted. I started my day on the morning commute with DMX. Love me DMX. Just maybe one song in the morning. I went with three. Strike three. Any rate. I gotta work tomorrow.
Hello. Having played little league. Early 1990's. Thankfully I didn't write 1890's. (Lawd AZ just walked their first batter. And now a double play by AZ). Baseball. Goodness gracious. I gotta wake up at 5:30am tomorrow and slog the mail around.
Back to my original thought. Having played little league and having a disability(born without a right hand) I was put in left field. No confidence from the manager. Awesome teammates, still friends. I was close to third. I was also close to falling asleep in left field. If I had a developed frontal lobe as I do now. I could have realized, that my life (Rangers in scoring position), would always be in(Top of the 11th) left field. Life in general. Life in specifically. Constantly falling asleep.
Then while trying to see if my parents were attending. I heard that sound. That crack, that pop, that perfect sound. Finally! Some action in sleepy left little league field! Then I noticed the sun. Ball dropped in front of my feet. Thankfully my folks were not in attendance. (Bottom of the 11th. Lawd. It's 12:01 in the a.m. EST)
Now. Present day. While slogging the mail. Everyday. Still no confidence from the manager. Awesome coworkers, good friends. Still dropping mail. Still moving forward. No pun intended.
Baseball is life. Life is baseball. (Walk off HR Garcia, Rangers win Game 1).
Read Making It Home by Teresa Strasser!!
Then read, I'm Going To Bed by Travis Moore. It's just one page. One sentence.
Peace!
Post script: Get the audio book also!
Reviewed in the United States on October 28, 2023
Second off, I'm exhausted. I started my day on the morning commute with DMX. Love me DMX. Just maybe one song in the morning. I went with three. Strike three. Any rate. I gotta work tomorrow.
Hello. Having played little league. Early 1990's. Thankfully I didn't write 1890's. (Lawd AZ just walked their first batter. And now a double play by AZ). Baseball. Goodness gracious. I gotta wake up at 5:30am tomorrow and slog the mail around.
Back to my original thought. Having played little league and having a disability(born without a right hand) I was put in left field. No confidence from the manager. Awesome teammates, still friends. I was close to third. I was also close to falling asleep in left field. If I had a developed frontal lobe as I do now. I could have realized, that my life (Rangers in scoring position), would always be in(Top of the 11th) left field. Life in general. Life in specifically. Constantly falling asleep.
Then while trying to see if my parents were attending. I heard that sound. That crack, that pop, that perfect sound. Finally! Some action in sleepy left little league field! Then I noticed the sun. Ball dropped in front of my feet. Thankfully my folks were not in attendance. (Bottom of the 11th. Lawd. It's 12:01 in the a.m. EST)
Now. Present day. While slogging the mail. Everyday. Still no confidence from the manager. Awesome coworkers, good friends. Still dropping mail. Still moving forward. No pun intended.
Baseball is life. Life is baseball. (Walk off HR Garcia, Rangers win Game 1).
Read Making It Home by Teresa Strasser!!
Then read, I'm Going To Bed by Travis Moore. It's just one page. One sentence.
Peace!
Post script: Get the audio book also!