J.R. Moehringer (born December 7, 1964) is an American novelist and journalist. In 2000 he won the Pulitzer Prize for newspaper feature writing. Read full biography of J. R. Moehringer →
Write every day; never give up; it's supposed to be difficult; try to find some pleasure and reward in the act of writing, because you can't... →
Like the Earth, the Web is a less appealing place than it used to be. If I want attitude and arguing and meanness and profanity and wrong information... →
In Zurich, in a cafe overlooking the Limmat, I ate butter-drenched white asparagus pulled from the ground that morning; it had the aftertaste of... →
While I was busy hating Vegas, and hiding from Vegas, a funny thing happened. I grew to love Vegas.
My father was a food lover and a deadbeat dad, and maybe a connection between good food and bad dads was forged early, in the deepest folds of my... →
Tacked above my desk are photos of artists I admire - Hopper, Sargent, Twain - and postcards from beloved bookstores where I've spent all my time... →
If you can live in Vegas, or visit Vegas, and leave in one piece, still loving it and somehow laughing about it, you should spend at least part of... →
Now, whenever I need to go online, I confine myself to a tight circle: Gmail, MLB.com, NYTimes.com, Slate and maybe Facebook.
The greatest players use anger as fuel. Michael Jordan played every night with something like road rage.
Baseball always gets credit for the foundational part of masculinity - the father thing. The eternal game of backyard catch, 'Field of... →
There's that old journalism rule that sunshine is the great disinfectant - which is how reporters bust their way into meetings and such all the... →
Basketball's eras are defined by teams - Celtics, Lakers, Bulls - and baseball's epochs are defined by players - Ruth, Robinson, Mantle - but... →
Some of football's gaudiest displays of manliness are purely aesthetic. It's not what players do, it's how they look doing it.