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Backlogged, But Still At It
Notes on fatherhood, time, and getting back to the page. I started this blog back in March as a form of catharsis. A place to process life out loud—both the joyful and the jarring—and maybe offer something that resonates with others navigating their own versions of fatherhood, change, and growth. And just like that, they're in 10th and 12th grade. For the first few months, I stayed consistent. The rhythm of writing grounded me. But somewhere along the way, life picked up spee
Kevin Primerano
Nov 12, 20252 min read


We Don’t Ride Alone: A Reflection on Male Friendship
Some friendships fade away, while others remain steady. A few surprise you by going deeper when you least expect it. This is a reflection on male friendship, vulnerability, and showing up for the people who still matter. The first time I saw this, I was instantly transported to my childhood. There are a handful of memes circulating on social media, such as the one in the photo, featuring boys on bikes, quiet streets, and a haunting caption: “At some point in your childhood, y
Kevin Primerano
Jul 1, 20255 min read


The Legacy We Miss
Two milestone moments in one day, a graduation and a wedding. Both held lessons about legacy, letting go, and the echoes we leave behind in the lives we’ve touched, especially our kids. This past Saturday, I attended a high school graduation, and later that day, the wedding of a former player I had the privilege of coaching through her high school years, a player and a family I hold dear. The day was full of metaphors, about time, seasons, chapters, and full of calls toward c
Kevin Primerano
May 13, 20253 min read


It’s Just a Game - Let It Be Fun
Games are meant to be fun. But who gets to define what “fun” really means? We hear it all the time from coaches, parents, and even athletes: "It’s just a game, we’re here to have fun." But whose definition of fun are they talking about? Sometimes we need to meet our kids where they're at. All too often, as parents, we view our child’s world through an adult lens, or worse, through the lens of what was fun for us when we were kids. But do we really give our children the spac
Kevin Primerano
May 1, 20253 min read


Anonymous, But Not Forgotten: The Letter That Challenged All I Thought I Knew
I was 25, maybe 26, when I got my first “paid” soccer coaching job. I’d just been hired to take over the boys program at Southern Columbia High School, a small, rural school in Pennsylvania where football was (and still is) king, and soccer was still something of a novelty. The team was heading into its fourth year as a varsity program, and if memory serves, they hadn’t won a single game, or maybe one or two at best. I was young. I was brash. And I thought I had it all figure
Kevin Primerano
Apr 19, 20254 min read
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