Sixty-Three

He would have 63 years old today; instead, he died at 23. It is ironic that a quiet and shy young man that did not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol would have his life end this way — an innocent victim of a senseless act of violence by a "drug addict" with a gun looking … Continue reading Sixty-Three

Gratitude and Thanksgiving

I sat here in front of a blank page for a while wanting to write something but couldn't get started. The season brings many memories, most with warm and loving feelings.  From our earliest days in Brooklyn to most recent holidays in Florida so much has changed around us. The family has grown and spread out … Continue reading Gratitude and Thanksgiving

Left Behind after a Death

A social media post reminded me the other night that it was a year to the day since my cousin, Joe died.  I'm sad I didn't remember, I spoke to his mom earlier that day. We talked for an hour about all sorts of trivial things, but she didn’t mention him till we were wrapping … Continue reading Left Behind after a Death

Oh coffee, dear coffee

Friday RDP: Coffee I like to say I’m a social drinker when it comes to coffee.  My favorite is espresso, and I have such weakness for its aroma. The taste must not be bitter or harsh as it goes down the throat and lands warm in one’s belly.  It's not unlike a fine brandy that … Continue reading Oh coffee, dear coffee

Fireflies and Fantasy on the Fourth of July

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as … Continue reading Fireflies and Fantasy on the Fourth of July

Home to where I’d never been

I came across this quote from North 20°54, West 156°14, a personal essay by Maggie Messitt on Bending Genre.  “Maps are about boundaries and perception. They are about recognizing and being recognized.” It is a beautiful place One summer as soon as school was out, our parents took us to their little island in the … Continue reading Home to where I’d never been