This is a short one, but a good one that I’d like to carve in stone here to remember for all time. A couple of weeks ago, the boys were talking about something that happened on the school bus, which caused Andrea to ask, “What the heck happens on that […]
When Benjamin got the stitches on his arm, Andrea was on her way home from Mexico for the first time in seven weeks. Once I told her what was going on, she decided to have her car service bring her directly to the hospital. After arriving, a nurse informed us […]
Due to another event happening at the normal Little League field, Matthew’s game on Saturday was moved to a different time at a back up field. All three of my assistant coaches could not make the game because of prior commitments. One of the other fathers on the team happens […]
On Monday, at his baseball game, Benjamin had a great first at-bat. In his division, now, kids have started pitching, but only until they throw four balls to a batter. Then they go back to the pitching machine. In Ben’s at-bat, he quickly got two swinging strikes before the coaches reminded […]
I wrote this at the start of my senior year in college for the college newspaper, in October 1994. After the long dark night, a faint glimmer of light appears low on the black horizon. A chorus of crickets is replaced by an orchestra of birds. They proclaim the birth […]
I wrote this as a column for my college newspaper during my Junior year…about 20 years ago. It was about walking in the woods behind my house in Hopatcong, NJ. I can only hope that Benjamin and Matthew will one day find such a place to learn and play together. […]
Earlier today, I happen to be thinking about Crayola and it really got me thinking about their impact on my life and all the memories, both from my childhood and the kids, that I have around them. So I thought I’d share some of those thoughts. One of my earliest memories […]
Desperate times, oh this dark dark day, My favorites, you monsters, have taken away. No warning, no word to warn a coming plight, You cowards just took it and slipped into the night. For strong fabric at the seams I pray, The reserves to stay whole beyond their day. Woe […]
His uniform seemed like a lead shroud hanging from his thin frame. His hat pulled low, concealing wet eyes. Glove tucked under his arm as he drags himself into the car. He is heartbroken. My heart breaks for him, also. I’ve been there and it feels like there is nothing […]
Into the glowing foothills I follow, Before the mountains can swallow, A sun casting rays in desperate fight, Against the looming dark of night. Her beams spread low, taking hold, Of rocks and trees in the gentle cold. Golden moments, they shine a glow, Helpless, though, as shadows grow. […]
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