Author: Jim Mitchem

In 2021, I was diagnosed with cancer. The source of my strength throughout the ordeal was supernatural. Nothing is insignificant.

An upcoming trip to Italy to celebrate life with my best friend has me excited and a little paranoid. But mostly excited. Mostly.

The year was 1980. 16-year-old me just moved from Baton Rouge to Houston. Attended my first MLB game in the 8th Wonder of the World – the Houston Astrodome. I was in awe and immediately became an Astros fan. And that year the Astros were pretty damn good. You had Terry Puhl, Cheo Cruz, Cesar Cedeno, JR Richard, Nolan Ryan, etc. etc. I was raised in Braves territory in Jacksonville, but it wasn’t until 16 that I felt like I…

Being a writer is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Especially with an imagination that can lead you into some very dark places.

Twenty-five. It’s a big number in a person’s life. And when you’ve been married that long, well, it’s pretty cool.

In December 2021, I was diagnosed with cancer that would have killed me in 2022. The only reason they discovered it was softball.